<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:17:46.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life With A  Medium</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-2785067230058650140</id><published>2010-09-21T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T20:35:26.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOYAH!</title><content type='html'>Andrew has always tried to keep the humor up during our journey through grief. Andrew is forever trying to lighten us up, even if we aren’t in a sad mood. He knows how much Martin and I love to laugh and tries to make us laugh at every turn. Even though 10/22/2007 was the most devastating day of our lives, we also see the power in it. We see the power of Andrew’s journey Home, we see the power of the date he left here. Whenever I see the time 10:22 I think of Andrew, not really the devastation, but of him, and who he is now. I feel a connection to him, like he is saying hi to me. I know, it’s weird, but that is how we roll. When we see that time, day or night, we take a moment to connect to our Muck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning Martin was walking from the living room to the hallway when he feels Andrew behind him and  hears Andrew say, “Daddy look at what time it is.” Martin looks at the time and it’s 10:22am. Then Martin hears, “BOOYAH!” And he sees Andrew laughing. Martin then tells me and then the 3 of us are laughing. It was a nice way start to our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT’S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-2785067230058650140?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/2785067230058650140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/09/booyah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/2785067230058650140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/2785067230058650140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/09/booyah.html' title='BOOYAH!'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-1371704301479788422</id><published>2010-09-21T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T20:32:39.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 RINGY DINGY...2 RINGY DINGY...</title><content type='html'>Of course as we were out and about today Martin shares yet another “Muck story” with me while I’m driving. Why does he wait till I'm driving to share these stories with me!? I’m driving while trying to make mental notes of words to help anchor the story in my mind so I can blog it later. So here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin said this morning he sees Andrew and he’s got a cell phone making a call. As Martin is looking at him, Andrew shows him the cell phone like, “umm pick up Daddy!” SO then Martin has to visualize having his cell phone and when he does, lo and behold! It’s ringing! Martin answers it “Hello?” he hears, “Hi Daddy! How’s it going?” Martin replies, “Awesome! How are you doing?” Andrew, “I’m always Awesome!” Then grins his big grin. Martin was still trying to figure out what this was all about. Why call him on a cell phone even though they can see each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin then asks Andrew “what do you need?” He says, “Daddy, do you know why they measure small distances by length and bigger distances by time?” Andrew knew that this question would send Martin off on a journey and of course it did. Any kind of question like that sends Martin on a journey of the endless possibilities. I asked Martin if Andrew had some friends sitting around and says, "watch this!" and shows them how easy his father is to send off on a journey. Martin, “yea, he probably did!” We got a chuckle outta that one because Martin is so easy! He's outta body more than in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Martin was finally done pondering that question, he said “So what’s the reason for the question Muck?” Muck’s reply, “Gotta go Daddy, bye” and Andrew clicks his cell like he had someone on the other line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh ya gotta love father and son time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT’S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-1371704301479788422?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/1371704301479788422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/09/1-ringy-dingy2-ringy-dingy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/1371704301479788422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/1371704301479788422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/09/1-ringy-dingy2-ringy-dingy.html' title='1 RINGY DINGY...2 RINGY DINGY...'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-7292500725177383915</id><published>2010-09-21T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T20:26:37.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AN APPLE A DAY</title><content type='html'>Martin was doing a past life regression with a client recently and there’s always interesting information that comes forth from that, and not always just for the client. Martin asked this client what gift did they get from the person they trusted in that particular life time. The gift was an apple. They asked Martin what the significance of the apple was. Martin went to Andrew for the answer. When an answer matters, you go to the top! Martin taps into Andrew’s energy and there Andrew is in an old school room tapping a desk with a wooden ruler and asked Martin to sit down. A lesson was about to ensue yet again. He was taking Martin back to school as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Martin has an issue with wooden rulers from his young school days in N. Ireland with the old nasty, bitter priests and nuns that he had as teachers. These nuns and priests were pretty abusive back in the 1960’s and 70’s. And we all know what else went on. Seriously?! Just let them marry already and leave the children alone! So Andrew was helping Martin heal that part of his childhood during this session. Some how just by seeing the ruler helped Martin move through the pain of those experiences. But sure, Martin has been on the fast track to healing for quite some time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Martin asks Andrew about the apple and what it meant. Andrew took Martin to the Garden Of Eden, which is just a reference, not necessarily a real place, and asked Martin what the apple represented in the story. So Martin asked his client that question, to which they replied, “temptation.” ANNNNND the survey said, WRONG! When Martin was telling me this story, I answered TRUTH! I was closer. Ha ha I win! Andrew replied, “No, the taking of the apple was the temptation, the apple itself represents knowledge.” After all the apple did come from the tree of knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person that was in this client’s past life, is also in their current life as their spouse, and they admitted that they knew their spouse has information, knowledge if you will, for them about their life purpose this lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I found interesting about this story is that most people do believe that the apple represents temptation when in fact it represents knowledge. And as many of us have found out as we got older, many religions do not like people having knowledge, for knowledge is power and you can’t control people that are standing in their power! I’m just sayin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT’S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-7292500725177383915?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/7292500725177383915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/09/apple-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/7292500725177383915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/7292500725177383915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/09/apple-day.html' title='AN APPLE A DAY'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-7100031406464963599</id><published>2010-09-21T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T20:20:49.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HERE COMES THE SON</title><content type='html'>I have mentioned before how Andrew and Martin work together doing commercial readings and how Andrew adds comic relief when the readings get to be too much about loser relationships. You know the ones, like the ones that start off with, “Hi I met this guy on the internet…” or “I haven’t talked to this guy in 2 years since he told me to stop stalking him, BUT he’s my soul mate…” and on and on, you get the idea. You can see how it can suck the life and soul out of you doing these kinds of readings, which is why Andrew adds the comic relief. It helps in not totally suckin the life out of Martin. Martin has been really busy since we came back from California Psychic’s home office in L.A. a few weeks ago. We’re thinking it’s the new pic they took of him that is helping. It’s a great picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this particular night of readings, Andrew was also wearing different t-shirts, it was like he was having costume changes like Cher! He did love him some Cher. One of the t-shirts said “I LOVE Pretty Mama!” :-D Awwww how sweet! Martin’s favorite t-shirt that Andrew has worn is the “I AM” one. Another t-shirt he wore that night said “Life Is A Game…” Andrew’s quote and the title of our book, on the front of the t-shirt, and on the back Martin thought it would say “I Never Want To Stop Playing,” the rest of Andrew’s quote, but NO! It did not. This is how Martin knows he isn't making this stuff up, it didn't say what he thought the back of the t-shirt would say. Instead it just said, “Innit?” Innit, is an English expression for “isn’t it” our English brother in law, Tonski, says that a lot. Well, Martin laughed so hard at that one. It caught him off guard. It helped keep the night light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was getting late and past Martin’s usual quitting time of 1a.m. when Andrew says, “We’re done Daddy. The sun is almost coming up here anyway.” Martin asks, “Really?” Remember, Martin had been reading for about 7 hours straight. Then Andrew says laughing, “No Daddy, not really! Go to bed!” So Martin did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-7100031406464963599?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/7100031406464963599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/09/here-comes-son_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/7100031406464963599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/7100031406464963599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/09/here-comes-son_21.html' title='HERE COMES THE SON'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-2626766877195551697</id><published>2010-09-18T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T20:16:11.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S A DOG'S LIFE</title><content type='html'>We were in Hollywood California in August, how happy was I? A. Very! I miss So-Cal! The weather, the mountains, the great hair days! Just love it! Yes the traffic sucks, but there's ways around that. Martin's job flew him out for a meet and greet and I tagged along. Airfare was cheap enough and I certainly wasn't going to miss a trip to So-Cal. Well that, and the fact I still cant trusted to be left home alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin's job invited 5 psychics out to have a round table discussion, readings for staff so they can refer clients, do a photo shoot, and make a video to promote themselves on the site. During one of the staff readings Martin was doing, their dog came through. Their dog didn't pass, but wanted to come through with messages for this staff member. It brought tears to their eyes to hear these messages from their dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin says to Andrew, "Seriously Muck, now dogs are coming through that haven't even crossed yet?" Andrew replied, " You wouldn't believe the talent that's over here Daddy!" Well, I laughed so hard when I heard that one! Martin and I still laugh when we talk about it. Andrew always has the perfect, funny answer. He missed his calling as a comedian! Well on this dimension he did anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-2626766877195551697?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/2626766877195551697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-dogs-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/2626766877195551697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/2626766877195551697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-dogs-life.html' title='IT&apos;S A DOG&apos;S LIFE'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-4038031287000436915</id><published>2010-09-10T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T11:23:21.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHITTLING THE AFTER LIFE AWAY</title><content type='html'>Martin spends A LOT of time with Andrew even beyond working together. They have many father/son moments. I don’t hear about all them because there are so many. As I have mentioned before, Martin usually tells me these stories when I am driving, and then I have to try and remember them when I get home to blog about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happened yesterday. Apparently Andrew has taken up whittling. My Great Grand Father use to whittle whistles when he was young, well, that’s what he told me anyway. Then again he told me a lot of stuff that wasn’t true, like he use to be an Indian Chief and my Great Grand Mother, from Ireland mind you, was an Indian Squaw. He also had no teeth because he gave them to the China man, you know, like you do. I loved my Poppy’s stories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Martin and I were out and about when he tells me that yesterday morning he and Andrew were spending some quality father/son time together. They were whittling away at some wood…wait that don’t sound right! They had some wood they were whittling, ok, not any better. They each had a block of wood they were whittling, a little better, but not much. Martin looks at Andrew whittling away and Andrew is on fast forward like a cartoon, his hands moving as fast as lightening. His block of wood is a tooth pick in seconds. Andrew was rather proud of it, he was like “taa daa!” Martin said “A tooth pick? Really?” Martin was like, “seriously dude, that’s all you could come up with being Mr Big Avatar and all?!” Andrew said, “Yea, but it was made by hand!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said something to Martin about Andrew making things and was shocked when Martin agreed and said he asked for the same thing! I thought I was going to get the usual “Mucker Woman, STOP!” like I usually do when I say things about how I want Andrew back. But not this time! We are on the same page?! Who knew? I’m usually the “grieving mother” whining about Andrew leaving, and Martin’s the "snap out of it" father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin said he asked Andrew to put one of the things he makes on his dimension, on our dimension! Woo Hoo me and Marts on the same page regarding Andrew! Hells yea! *happy dance!* I mean, with what we know about quantum psychics, and our thoughts creating things, and so called “reality,” why the hell not make it happen! Martin and I are like, “C’mon Avatar Boy! Show us what you got!” SO we are waiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT’S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-4038031287000436915?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/4038031287000436915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/09/whittling-after-life-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/4038031287000436915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/4038031287000436915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/09/whittling-after-life-away.html' title='WHITTLING THE AFTER LIFE AWAY'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-8716328121773927138</id><published>2010-05-13T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T14:02:09.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO PEAS IN A POD!</title><content type='html'>On Andrew's birthday Martin did a his own set on the break at the Irish Rover. He did 3 songs from his and Andrew's music cd. As Martin was singing the songs Andrew gave him, I closed my eyes so I could see Andrew up there playing beside his Dad, because I just knew that's what was really going on up there on stage. I closed my eyes and just let the images float into my mind's eye. Andrew had his usual camo shorts, black shirt, no matter how much I tried to see him in something else, it was that outfit I kept seeing him in. He also had his green Guild guitar from John Denver. Andrew was up there rocking out right at his Dad's side. It felt good to "see" my 2 men, my 2 peas in a pod, rockin out together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got home Martin told me how Andrew was up there playing with him. I told him that I knew that, I saw that too. But he got to experience more! While Martin was up there playin with Andrew, he heard Andrew harmonizing with him. He said Andrew's voice is so incredible. I know that his voice was incredible when he was here but I guess it is even more so now. Martin said it was an amazing experience to be up there not only playin with Andrew but also hearing him sing with him. Wish I could've heard that! Another goal to work on. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was yet another good birthday celebration for our Muck since he left this plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-8716328121773927138?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/8716328121773927138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/05/two-peas-in-pod.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/8716328121773927138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/8716328121773927138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/05/two-peas-in-pod.html' title='TWO PEAS IN A POD!'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-4499883516471275477</id><published>2010-05-13T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T20:04:26.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JIMBO</title><content type='html'>A friend of ours, Tom, that we met through the Irish Rover needed some computer help today. He got some sort of computer worm and lost his data. That was one thing Martin was pretty good at in his pre-medium career as a computer gee..I mean technician. I didn't even think about our friend's business when I dropped Martin off until Martin told me what happened when I saw him later. Then I was like "duh!" What business is Tom in? He owns 3 FUNeral homes. They can be like a hospital or courthouse, a haven for spirits a nightmare for mediums. Surprisingly enough there wasn't a bunch of spirits hanging around the place. Tom doesn't use this particular facility for viewings. BUT there was one that showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin heard someone ask him what he was doing and when he looked around no one was there. That's when he "tuned in" and saw a tall, older, nice looking gentleman in a janitor/mechanic type uniform. Martin asked who he was and he said his name was Jimbo. Jimbo told Martin that he saw him walking in, meaning Jimbo saw the beam of light that mediums tend to emit that let spirits know they can be seen and or heard, so he decided to come by for a chat. Jimbo is from the 1930's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually learned something from Jimbo. Martin asked him if had seen the Light. Jimbo said, "Yes, been there done that. Met AA Michael and Jesus." He continued, "I like hanging around on this dimension. It makes me happy." The general rule of thumb for spirits on this dimension is that they are supposedly "stuck," unable to move on. Apparently that is not the case. Who knew? Jimbo knew. I found that lil ditty of info interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimbo took Martin on a little tour of the facility showing him where the kitchen was and the bathroom but not the "work room." Jimbo continued to chat with Martin while Martin looked at Tom's computer. Martin was careful not to answer out loud as not to scare Tom's secretary. People tend to think you're crazy when you start talking to what appears to be thin air. :-D When Martin went outside to talk with Tom and his son about the computer, Jimbo stayed inside for whatever reason so there was no formal goodbye, but Jimbo did say before Martin walked out, "Nice boy you have there." That was cool! Yes, Martin did tell Tom about Jimbo, but Tom wasn't sure what to make of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom asked Martin,"How much do I owe you?" Martin heard Andrew say, "Tell him he owes you nothing Daddy." Martin asked Andrew, "Why? Are we going to need his services soon or something? Are you trying to tell me something?" Andrew couldn't stop laughing and said, "No, no no Daddy, my bad, just tell him he owes you nothing." So Martin did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life with a medium is interesting to say the least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-4499883516471275477?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/4499883516471275477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/05/jimbo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/4499883516471275477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/4499883516471275477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/05/jimbo.html' title='JIMBO'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-1698453041054564140</id><published>2010-03-23T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:01:32.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAD BASKET</title><content type='html'>So I started on the floor last week at my new job at Olive Garden. I was so nervous about it but things went pretty well. It’s a long freakin day that is fo sho! I gots me some achie breakie feet action going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew helped keep me straight, especially this one time. *at band camp* (American Pie fans will get that one. Man am I tired!) Anyway, I bring back some dirty dishes and go to put the bread basket (Jeezus these ppl love their bread at Olive Garden!) back with the others, when it goes flying off the shelf. I mean, it took me aback the way it went flying, like someone hit it off the shelf! I grab it off the floor and I as I do I feel Andrew’s energy, and I heard, “Mommy dishwasher!” DUH! I’m suppose to put it back by the dish washer! That coulda led to some sort of bread basket gate if someone had seen me put a used bread basket with the clean ones!  It was then I realized it was Muck that smacked it off the shelf. It made me smile and know that my Muck was watching out for me where he can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I leave the lunch shift and go home before my dinner shift, I’m walking to my car and my awareness goes back the bread basket “incident.” I then feel Andrew’s energy and “hear” him say, “How’d ya like the way I bitch slapped your bread basket Mommy!?”  I’m LMAO as I’m walking to my car (it still makes me laugh thinking about it) and answer “Nice one Muck! Thanks!” He says, “I got your back Pretty Mama!” I had to remember he’s 18yo now &amp; that’s something he’d say to me now if he was physically here. I was questioning whether it was him or not because of the bitch slap remark, but then I was reminded of his age in Earth years. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I say “hear” it’s more like quick thoughts that come into my mind. How do I know it’s Andrew? Because of how I feel when it happens. Never a dull moment my nizzels! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT’S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-1698453041054564140?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/1698453041054564140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/03/bread-basket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/1698453041054564140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/1698453041054564140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/03/bread-basket.html' title='BREAD BASKET'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-5764670668172360969</id><published>2010-03-23T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T15:24:58.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 DEGREE OF SEPARATION</title><content type='html'>I’ve been meaning to write this post for nearly a week now but with the new job, it has been difficult. SO here it finally is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have a child on the Other Side, you do learn a heck of a lot. Like when they say we are all one, therefore all connected, you really get to see it in action. People that you have never met you find you are connected to. It is pretty cool to witness. Would I prefer Andrew here instead? In a heartbeat! But since he no longer is, you have to look for the blessings and teachings in all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin had a client whose daughter had passed in a car crash when she was in her early 20’s about 5 years ago. Andrew showed up with her in this reading. They know each other and are actually working on a project together. They didn’t tell us what kind of project. Just because you are psychic, doesn’t mean you get ALL the answers like a lot of people believe! I know, bummer, but that just isn’t how things work! Welcome to Earth! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin had this reading the day I had the message of “Ul b ok” on the license plate of the Ford Focus as I was going to work. (see previous post if you don’t know what I’m talking about.) Sometimes these signs just keep on giving and are just a set up for more teachings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin found out that this client’s daughter passed in a car crash in what?? A FORD FOCUS! Coinkeedink? I think not! Not when it comes to Spirit! Oh but it doesn’t end there! Andrew was standing behind her and whispers in her ear what to say to Martin. What does she say? Something Martin can not repeat to his client, that is fo sho! This one was strictly for Martin’s ears…and my blog! ;-) Muck told her to say, F.O.R.D.= Found On Road Dead! Now you gotta understand, for those who have crossed it is NOT a tragedy, they are truly Home, they are where we spend most of our time. They see how our time here is so limited and “death” is just a continuation of what has always been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin says to Andrew, “Dude, you just didn’t tell her to say that! I am NOT repeating that to her mother!” Although, her mother was very open and knows there is so much more than here. Her daughter has the same kind of energy as Andrew, they just got it when they were here. But there was no way Martin was repeating that one to her mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew then peeks over her shoulder and says “Too soon Daddy?” Martin sez, “ya think?” Then Andrew and this girl start laughing. Glad they are having such a great time, us parents are STILL not amused and still trying to deal with losing our kids physical presence! But it’s good to know that our kids are having such a great time! Actually hearing stories like these really do make my day! I LOVE hearing what Andrew is doing and how he is working with and effecting other people…here and there. It’s pretty cool and it helps me to not get caught up in all the BS of this dimension, because no what matter happens here….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT’S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-5764670668172360969?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/5764670668172360969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/03/1-degree-of-separation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/5764670668172360969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/5764670668172360969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/03/1-degree-of-separation.html' title='1 DEGREE OF SEPARATION'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-5223845026119225447</id><published>2010-03-15T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T19:59:05.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOCUS! FOCUS! FOCUS!</title><content type='html'>I started at the Olive Garden last week with training. I wasn’t going to look for a job when I gave my notice at my old job. But then Chris, who I worked with, had started at Olive Garden and strongly recommended that I apply. I did apply, not thinking I would get the job. I was interested in the job because of the intense training they give you, ( I need it after being out of the serving biz for over 21yrs) the great benefits and wonderful atmosphere. I figure this was the job that could help me with my focus and memory. Since everything that has happened, starting with Elatia first, then right into Andrew, my focus has been right out the window! But it’s time to start getting my focus and memory working again. It’s time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was in training, had a break for 2 hours, then had to go back and do a dinner service following a server. Needless to say I am overwhelmed by the training, but the up side is, is that so are the other trainees. I am not alone in that department! Between trying to learn the menu, the computer system, the drink menu, how to serve proper, carrying big trays, etc etc we are all a little freaked about going on the floor and US being followed tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was on my way back to work tonight to follow a server, I was going over in my head what I thought I would need to know. Driving to work I was wondering if I would do a good enough job, hoping I could do a good enough job, when I “happen” to notice the license plate in front of me. I wasn’t purposely looking at plates or anything when I notice the license plate in front of me, I was too worried about how I was gonna do tonight. For whatever reason ;-) I notice this plate in front of me and it said “UL B OK” OMG! R U KIDDIN ME with this!? I was stunned! I had that feeling you get when you have a metaphysical or paranormal moment. I got light headed as I could feel Andrew so strongly with me! I called Martin to tell him. He asked, “You’re crying aren’t you?” “Yes I am!” I replied. I couldn’t help it, I could feel my son’s energy and it brought me to tears. Happy to feel his energy so strongly, sad that I couldn’t hug him, but mostly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I told Martin how cool I thought it was to get such a perfect message like that from my wee son, the only down side was that it was on a Ford Focus. I’ve gotten messages on BMWs &amp; other luxury cars. Martin said, “What have you been working on lately?” OMG again! FOCUS is what I’ve been working on! DUH! How perfect! It just solidified for me that Andrew was talking to me and letting me know that I will be ok with this job. He’s a good son still watching out and being there for his Pretty Mama! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT’S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-5223845026119225447?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/5223845026119225447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/03/focus-focus-focus.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/5223845026119225447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/5223845026119225447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/03/focus-focus-focus.html' title='FOCUS! FOCUS! FOCUS!'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-5225733268747566481</id><published>2010-03-14T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T21:01:15.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walmart Outting w/Muck</title><content type='html'>AND not because of a zombie infestation either! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stress enough how important it is to acknowledge the signs our transitioned loved ones send us. Don’t brush them off or try to explain it away. You’d be surprised how connected you will feel to them when you thank them for sending the sign. Why wouldn’t you want to feel good and connected to your TLO? SO the next time a TLO sends you a sign, no matter how small, say thank you and take a moment to feel them, see how powerful that really is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take today for instance, Martin and I go to Walmart so I can get some work clothes. As I was parking the car, Martin, noticed a license plate that had MAY 121. May 12th is Muck’s birthday, and 1 is his destiny number. We took that as a “hello, I’m with ya Mommy and Daddy!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were walking around Walmart talking about the license plate being a way of Muck letting us know he was there, I was whining how I wanted Muck back, I wish it wasn’t just signs from him. (but grateful that I get them). As I was whining about wanting my son back in my arms, and not being a grandmother and probably won’t ever be, (oh yea, I can be a real joy sometimes!) Martin said “Look at that.” I look over at the baby bibs he was pointing at and there was a camouflage green bib just like Muck’s shorts, that said, “My daddy is my HERO!” I made Muck a sign while we were in the hospital that he was my hero. Martin and I both could feel Muck’s energy with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, it’s the little things as well we should acknowledge, mo matter how small. As Martin and I were walking down an aisle, 2 women were walking past us and one said she had to go get some Puffs tissues for her nose. Puff’s were Andrew favorite tissues while he was in the hospital. I thanked him for another “Hello!” It’s not about whether it’s really your TLO’s or not,(but it IS them!) it’s about how it makes us feel, and if it makes us feel closer to our TLO’s than why not?! In order to move through grief, you have to find those moments that make you feel good and look for them every chance you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, the other day on my way to work, I noticed the mini cooper in front of me. They had an “Imagine” license that said “FAB 4 ME” I took it as a “Hello Mommy, I’m going to work with you today.” In case you don’t know, Imagine is Muck’s fav John Lennon song, and I think Muck was also reminding me that things are indeed fabulous for him. While I know it is, it’s us that it sucks for that he moved on from here, it’s a nice reminder that things are fab for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the song “I’LL BE THERE” by the Escape Club says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over Mountains&lt;br /&gt;over Trees&lt;br /&gt;over Oceans&lt;br /&gt;over Seas&lt;br /&gt;across the desert&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a whisper on the wind&lt;br /&gt;on the smile of a new friend&lt;br /&gt;just think of me&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be afraid, oh my love&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be watching you from above&lt;br /&gt;And I’d give all the world tonight,&lt;br /&gt;to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m on your side,&lt;br /&gt;And I still care&lt;br /&gt;I may have died,&lt;br /&gt;but I’ve gone nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think of me,&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the edge of a waking dream&lt;br /&gt;over Rivers&lt;br /&gt;over Streams&lt;br /&gt;through Wind and Rain&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the wide and open sky&lt;br /&gt;thousands of miles I’d fly&lt;br /&gt;to be with you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be afraid, oh my love&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be watching you from above&lt;br /&gt;And I’d give all the world tonight,&lt;br /&gt;to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m on your side,&lt;br /&gt;And I still care&lt;br /&gt;I may have died,&lt;br /&gt;but I’ve gone nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think of me,&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the breath of a wind that sighs&lt;br /&gt;oh, there’s no need to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think of me,&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your TLO’s! :-D&lt;br /&gt;IT’S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-5225733268747566481?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/5225733268747566481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/03/walmart-outting-wmuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/5225733268747566481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/5225733268747566481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/03/walmart-outting-wmuck.html' title='Walmart Outting w/Muck'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-4700400137090595608</id><published>2010-03-14T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T21:03:18.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAMILY AFFAIR</title><content type='html'>When you live a metaphysical life, it makes things a whole lot more interesting! We are NOT limited to religious dogma but open to all that the Universe offers on this dimension as well as other dimensions! I have to say it’s pretty darn cool because family that have moved on can still be a part of your every day life. All you have to do is be open to the endless possibilities! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin and I usually spend Thursdays together. It’s his only full day off so we enjoy it by going out shopping and just hanging out together. Last Thursday I posted on my Face Book page that Andrew would be joining us out and adding laughter to our day like he usually does. Little did I know just how much laughter he would be adding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin and I went to the mall to do a bit of shopping and boy does that feel good to do that again! Well, I can’t go to the mall and not go to Cosimos Italian restaurant! They have a great happy hour, great food, and a great bartender! SO after our wee bit of shopping that we had a lot of fun doing, we stop off at Cosimos. I didn’t think the fun could get any better, but yet it did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were sitting at the bar chatting away, several transitioned family members show up. Martin’s cousin Kiern, who passed at 38yo 4 or 5 yrs ago, flies by on a Quidage broom, and says, “Well, that’s something you don’t see everyday, a Jordan sitting at the bar drinking water! Off to Quidage!” And off he flew on his Quidage broom! OMG! we LOAO because he was soooo right! A Jordan (Martin) only drinking water at a bar?? Unheard of! LOL But Kiern and Quidage?? Freakin hilarious! Maybe he flew on a Quidge broom because he knew we were Potter fans. Isn't he sweet. TLO's love to show you what they can do now being in the other side, well, our relatives love to anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were sitting there, a song came on that I haven’t heard on a radio in probably 8 years! A song that our Uncle Christy sent me to give to his family after he passed, “I’ll Be There” by the Escape Club. It’s a beautiful song about what someone who crossed would say to their loved ones still here. SO we knew Christy was there with us too. That song is his calling card. It brought tears to my eyes because I remember the moment I knew he was sending me the song, and how much it meant to his family. The only time I have ever heard the song was when I was driving to the airport to pick up his daughter Christine from the airport, or when she and I were together at the beach or in the car together. It was so wild to hear that song while out after all these years. Uncle Christy was letting us know he was right there with us. He was another clown too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew took Martin’s attention away with a red kayak on a car that drove by. (you remember the whole red kayak story, right?) Martin saw it in the mirror at Cosimos. Then Andrew shows Martin a big ole sneaker on a car. Martin coulda sworn he saw it drive by too but because he saw how Andrew was acting, he knew that Andrew was just messing with him, yet he continued to look for a car with a big ole sneaker on it…just in case! LMAO! Geez he is soo easy and Andrew knows it AND takes advantage of it every chance he gets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin and I had such a blast laughing our asses off with our family members on the Other Side that day! SO much so, people must’ve thought we were drunk because we were having so much fun! We were high five-ing each other and just having a blast as our transitioned loved ones spent the day with us out and about. I just love living the metaphysical life, it makes being on this dense dimension so much easier to deal with, knowing there is so much more than just here. So much more to look forward to when I get to leave here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having one day off with Martin where we don’t have to do anything but what we want and being able to afford what we want finally, well, it’s just AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT’S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-4700400137090595608?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/4700400137090595608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/03/family-affair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/4700400137090595608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/4700400137090595608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/03/family-affair.html' title='FAMILY AFFAIR'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-8256722656458325899</id><published>2010-02-17T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T20:29:17.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SWING LOW</title><content type='html'>Martin was on a reading today and the client mentioned pendulums. Martin HATES pendulums for trying to get answers to questions. From a hypno-therapist point of view he finds them useless because you can make them move with your mind. For instance, you can think circle and it will go that way. Think swing back and forth, and it will, so your thoughts can give you the answer you want instead of the correct answer in his opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as Martin was getting ready to tell her exactly what he thought of pendulums, Andrew took Martin’s bootay back to school once again! The next thing Martin knew he was looking at his wee gray shorts, white socks and sandals that he use to wear when he was a young boy. But there was something different this time. This time Martin had these white with flowers knee socks on! LMFAO! Martin looked at Andrew and said “Seriously dude! WTH? Is this really necessary?” Andrew was LHAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin realized he was wearing his sister’s socks. He had totally forgotten about the day his mother made him wear his sister’s socks because he couldn’t find his. Andrew must really dig into the archives for this stuff! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Andrew is standing there by the chalk board again getting ready to give Martin a lesson on pendulums. Martin looks at the chalk board with PENDULUM written across the top of it. Under neath it had all these complicated formulas and the name “wave generator” written on it. Martin looked at Andrew and said “Really? WTH? For the pendulum?” Andrew laughed and said “Just kidding Daddy” as he erased the board. He continued, “ha, me and Tesla just working on some things” then he winked at Martin. Andrew knew Martin would journey with what the wave generator could be. Martin is so easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Andrew went on to explain the pendulum and how it really works. It’s about allowing your body to answer the question. The subconscious gives your body the answer and goes to the pendulum. It doesn’t work with everyone because if they are blocked it won’t work. Martin went into some kind of bio-energy explanation too but didn’t give me that info while I was writing this. He first told me this lil ditty while I was driving and there’s only so much I can remember while driving. Then we have to come home and I have to pull it out of him again. I make this look easy people, but it’s a lot of work to get these stories on here! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While nothing is written in stone, but the pendulum is really not a tool for messages from Spirit. Not saying it couldn’t happen, but generally speaking it’s more of a tool for body talk or muscle testing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin said as I was driving and originally telling me this story that when Andrew goes into teaching mode he is “deadly” serious. I said to him, “really, deadly? THAT’S how you’d describe him” He goes, “Oh yea, deadly seriously.” I asked, “do you even hear yourself?” Then the light bulb went on, and he says laughing “oh yea, oops! my bad” On the up side, he can say that word because that is the last word we would use regarding our son’s state of being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew was just trying to get Martin to ponder the uses of a pendulum and be more open to what they can do. All this was going on DURING the reading! Wild huh? If people only knew everything that goes on during a reading! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT’S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-8256722656458325899?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/8256722656458325899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/02/swing-low.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/8256722656458325899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/8256722656458325899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/02/swing-low.html' title='SWING LOW'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-7642706287055694018</id><published>2010-02-14T12:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:09:04.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO DA MAN!</title><content type='html'>Martin played at the Irish Rove last night with the band Tipperary Knights. Bobby, the manager of the Rover, was in the band for over 20 yrs when they went their separate ways. Carmel, the fiddle player, really rocked it. Come to find out, Martin is related to her by marriage! She married Martin’s 3rd cousin. That was really wild to find out *cue It’s A Small World*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin wanted to be taped while he was playing with the band. We were suppose to bring our digital recorder but forgot. SO Dan O’Reilly taped Martin playing for us. Dan is the resident photog, website guy, whatever is needed guy. Dan sent the video to Martin this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin came out of his office after watching the video of him playing laughing so hard he couldn’t talk. Martin tells me in between laughing hard, that he was really getting into his mandolin playing, bobbin his head, really admiring the mandolin playing. Martin was all up in his own flava! lol Loving his self, enjoying his playing, when he felt Andrew laughing at him. Andrew knew Martin was getting lost in himself, and admiring the guy in the video! Who da man? You da man! The whole “I love me, who do you love” saying Martin use to say about egotistical people comes in to play here I believe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when Martin asked Andrew what he was laughing at, Andrew took Martin outside of himself to show him how gay Martin was for himself! His poofie hair,(note to self, cut his hair ASAP!) &amp; instead of wearing his “I’m Gay For Gregg”(Braden) t-shirt, he was wearing a “I’m gay for ME” t-shirt, Andrew went ALL out to show how much Martin was into himself! Andrew thought Martin would get a good laugh showing him this and by God Martin did! He could hardly talk from laughin so hard! I just heard Andrew tell me there now, “Just keeping it real Pretty Mama! Just keepin it real!” LOL  I’m guessing you had to be there to get the full effect to find it as funny as Martin did, but I thought it was funny enough to put here. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT’S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-7642706287055694018?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/7642706287055694018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/02/who-da-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/7642706287055694018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/7642706287055694018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/02/who-da-man.html' title='WHO DA MAN!'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-4282867609681047157</id><published>2010-02-10T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:14:00.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GREEN ROOM</title><content type='html'>Who knew that readings could have a green room, but they do! Scene; Whoopie Goldberg in the movie "Ghost" and all these spirits waiting to talk to her. That will give you an idea what happened today with a few private readings Martin had. While most of the time he is doing commercial readings, he occasionally does private readings. I'm surprised he doesn't have more private readings, but whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin had 2 clients today that came to the house for readings. They drove over 90 mins to get here. For whatever reason they didn't want a phone reading, they wanted it face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first client started with a lot of questions about doing mediumship &amp; her transitioned loved ones. (TLO) Martin looked to Andrew and said "Where are we going with this? Who's next?" Andrew was standing in front of a door and said "Come here Daddy." Andrew opens the door and there's a crap load of TLO's in the room waiting to come through! Dunno if Andrew had them in there all organized because of his slight OCD is what the deal was. He had just enough OCD here for it to be REALLY useful to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew then looked at Martin, cracked his neck like a fighter does before he goes into the ring, and said "Ok Daddy, let's do this!" (side note, that was last words Andrew said to Martin before he had to leave here. *wipes tears*) Let the readings begin! They were able to get the ones through that needed to come through &amp; a good time was had by all. Andrew is quite the showman! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-4282867609681047157?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/4282867609681047157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/02/green-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/4282867609681047157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/4282867609681047157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/02/green-room.html' title='THE GREEN ROOM'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-8951179472519785717</id><published>2010-01-29T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:06:38.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FLICKER OF HOPE</title><content type='html'>I met Elatia, her boyfriend J.R. and her high school friend Dawn whom I haven’t seen in 10yrs, at the beach today. The weather is cooler so it’s my kind of beach weather. There was a bit of cloud cover but just a thin layer, it didn’t totally block the sun, just toned it down a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin was home working. In between calls he decides to help us out weather wise and goes to the front door and starts to clear the clouds. Well, the next thing he knows he feels a strong flick in his ear! OUCH! It stung him pretty darn good too! It shocked him because no one was home but him. He turned around to see if Andrew's friend Wes maybe snook in the back way or something. (Wes is always finding a way in our house. Some might even call it B &amp; E. lol) But nope! No one was there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he hears, “What are you doing Daddy? I put the clouds there for Pretty Mama! Leave them alone!” ROFLMAO! Andrew knows I’m not a full on sun person and gave me my kind of beach weather! AND Martin was messing with that and Andrew let him know it! Flllllick! :-D   So both my air benders were trying to give me great beach weather. I have the 2 best men on my side! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking to my car alone, I was kinda feeling alone. I was sorry Martin couldn’t go with me and missing Andrew being with me. Then when I get in my car, the song I had for Andrew when he was a baby came on, Aerosmith’s “You’re My Angel.” My boy was sitting right beside me. He’s a good son!&lt;br /&gt;IT’S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-8951179472519785717?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/8951179472519785717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/01/flicker-of-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/8951179472519785717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/8951179472519785717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/01/flicker-of-hope.html' title='FLICKER OF HOPE'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-1261811047813378889</id><published>2010-01-27T22:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:24:18.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DRAGON'S DEN</title><content type='html'>Martin was on a reading with a woman that had a recent spiritual awakening. She goes to a DNA spa to heal past issues. She is seeing the changes in her relationship happening because of it. Her spouse is responding to her new energy in a wonderful way that is surprising her. People don’t realize just how sensitive we are to other peoples’ energy. So it’s really true, if you want things to change, YOU have to change first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Martin is doing the reading, he and Andrew/PureHeart do what they always do, energy work on the caller. This caller could feel it. She was feeling the tingling of the energy. Then the fun insued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin tunes into PureHeart/Andrew and sees him doing what they use to do, and maybe still do at the Angel Therapy Practitioner  ATP(r) classes we use to staff, pull lower vibrational energy out of people. For instance, supposedly one particular time it was a black dragon that was being pulled out. Personally, I found it to be a little on the dramatic side, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Andrew/PureHeart, (because it’s definitely both sides of Andrew doing this,) start pulling the energy out, Martin sees this white shield of Light around this person. Then he sees PH pull out a black, smiling dragon with tiny wings! PH is hanging onto the tail as the dragon is flying all about as PH is trying to hang onto it! LMAO! PH sez, “Shoulda grabbed him by his wings Daddy!” LOL Then PH looks at Martin and sez “Remember this Daddy?” Meaning the whole dramatic pulling energy out thing they did at ATP(r)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PureHeart goes in again and this time pulls out a very rusty pipe and looks at it like “Well this is weird!” LOL and tosses it over his shoulder. PureHeart was doing the amazing energy work while Andrew was having fun about the few times we did the dramatic energy pulling work at ATP(r) Andrew was reminding Martin of it because he knew Martin would find it funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Martin was telling me this story, he was acting it out to give me the visual of what Andrew was doing. I was LMAO! I could just see Andrew doing all this. Martin was out of his body during this because he was right there with Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the call is winding down, she thanks Martin. He asked for what because he wasn’t even aware of what he had said because he was so focused on Andrew. She said for the energy work, she could really feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Martin does readings he tends to leave his body to get info anyway. One client that came here for a reading one time saw Martin physically fading in and out as he went and got information. So even if he doesn’t remember what he said, his Higher Self has it under control apparently. Even Andrew saw Martin disappear when teaching a mediumship class during a meditation back in 2005 or 2006 In Huntington Bch, Ca. Andrew said he could hear Martin but he wasn’t there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the call was over Andrew told Martin “Go tell Pretty Mama. She’s looking for something to write about.” So here I am. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT’S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-1261811047813378889?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/1261811047813378889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/01/dragons-den.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/1261811047813378889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/1261811047813378889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/01/dragons-den.html' title='DRAGON&apos;S DEN'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-1760294564635748825</id><published>2010-01-21T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T20:10:00.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWBIES! *SIGH*</title><content type='html'>When Martin does commercial readings, he's bound to get a newbie at some point that wants to read him. When people start getting into their intuitive gifts, they tend to be like a kid in a candy store. They want to read everyone they see, whether the person wants it or not, whether they are any good at readings or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin has had professional psychics call him and knock his socks off and they weren't trying to read him. For instance, one psychic called him because she wanted to see if he was good as she was hearing he was AND he was! One of the first things she says was "Two peas in a pod, does that mean anything to you? I was told to say it to you." That was Andrew and Martin's saying to each other. Then she went on to describe Andrew. That's cool when that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight this is not what happened. This girl was a HUGE newbie who decided she wanted to read Martin which is one of his pet peeves. He hates when people offer unsolicited readings. We've had people try and do that at our shows, and not only have they been way off base, but they were out of line as well. Martin went with it tonight anyway since he works for a company that runs a tight ship &amp; didn't want to offend her. Plus Andrew appeared that he was going to have fun with it, and make sure Martin did too. And that he did! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, this client went on about us needing new cutlery. Huh? Really? Info on cutlery is what you are getting? I have no problem with my cutlery and I certainly wouldn't pay her a dime for info like that on a reading! Then it was about needing to re-do my kitchen counter tops. Ok, seriously, least of my concerns! A little Comet on them does the trick. She then said she saw a father figure around Martin, that is when the fun began. Andrew started blowing a horn and marching, banging big cymbals, using one of them swirly noise maker things they use at Irish football matches to get her attention. Like,"Helllloooooo! Son here! You don't see me??!!!" But no matter what Andrew did, she never once mentioned him! He's a pretty powerful Spirit! If you can't pick up on him, you can't be that good! You definitely shouldn't be doing readings for people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next she went on to tell Martin how he pushes away powerful women. WHAT?! Not only does he have 5  strong willed, Irish (Is that redundant?) sisters, he's married to the most powerful woman he's ever met! Andrew tells Martin "shhhhhhh don't mention Pretty Mama to her," because Andrew knows where this client is taking this. So she continues on about how there is a woman out there for him! What?! Are you kidding me with this!? Andrew says, "Yea in the living room!" "Helllloooo! *blows horn again* Really! Still nothing?!!!! Don't make me get the cymbal playing monkey" LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin had a hard time listening to her because Andrew was much more entertaining. Well it entertained the hell out of me that is for sure! So once again, she proved Martin's point, DON'T GIVE UNSOLICITED READINGS! Well, unless you wanna be blogged about that is! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-1760294564635748825?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/1760294564635748825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/01/newbies-sigh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/1760294564635748825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/1760294564635748825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/01/newbies-sigh.html' title='NEWBIES! *SIGH*'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-7181152511248380078</id><published>2010-01-04T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:51:21.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IsThat For Here or To Go?</title><content type='html'>As I have mentioned before, Muck &amp; Martin love their 7-11 runs. Today was no different. Merlin, (my 12 lb co-dependent long haired wiener dog) and I went with Martin today. I was going to stay in the car w/Merlin when I felt the nudge (from Andrew) to go in. I wondered what debauchery awaited me in 7-11. I would soon find out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go in and I find Martin getting his soda, then a sammie, nothing unusual there. It wasn’t until we got to the check out counter that the fun began. When we get to the counter, the male cashier asks, “Do you want this for here or to go?” I knew right away that the cashier was screwing with Martin! lol But Martin? He hadn’t a clue! Martin was actually pondering if he wanted his soda and sammie for there or to go. HELLLLOOOO! IT’S 7-11! IT’S ALL TO GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m standing there waiting for Martin to realize that the cashier was screwing with him. Then the cashier continues on, thinking maybe the next comment might help Martin catch on, “We have valet parking too, but I dunno where they park the cars or put the keys, or if you’ll get the car back.” He then offered us a curb side service as well as a curb side table. ROFLMAO! Well, by this point, Martin catches on. Maybe it’s because I was LMAO that tipped him because the cashier kept a straight face and continued on with more nonsense that 7-11 does not offer. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin tried to say in his defense, that he wasn’t in body is why he didn’t catch on. Yea, yea, that excuse is an old one buddy! I ain’t buyin it! You knew where you were going, you weren’t on a reading! As we were leaving, Martin sez to me while laughing, “Thanks for having my back… again!” Insinuating that I never have his back. I said,”What?! And miss all this fun!? I don’t think so Tim! Are you new?!” Andrew is so good to me! He was the one that nudged me to go in. He didn’t want me to miss this show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin has sworn vengeance on this 7-11 clerk. He was quoting Stuie from Family Guy mumbling something about this clerk's death being quick and painless and quoting other high profile angry cartoon characters on the way home. Hahahahaha And this little piggy laughed all the way home! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew 7-11 could be this much fun!? It is when you live w/Psychic Boy! Super Natural Hero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT’S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-7181152511248380078?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/7181152511248380078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/01/isthat-for-here-or-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/7181152511248380078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/7181152511248380078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2010/01/isthat-for-here-or-to-go.html' title='IsThat For Here or To Go?'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-3530014233922005113</id><published>2009-12-20T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T21:45:18.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spider Man! Spider Man!</title><content type='html'>He can do what no other spider can! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s another thing Andrew has done for Martin since he is busy with a lot of commercial readings. Commercial readings are a whole other ball game when it comes to doing psychic readings. You get the “Who my baby daddy?” or “Is he gonna leave his wife?” or “When is he gonna call? It’s been 6mo.” or “When am I gonna meet my soul mate?” You get the idea. It can take a toll on a reader. Not all psychics can handle commercial readings. I’m surprised I did the short time I did do it. I actually did pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin is a lean mean reading machine! :-D But even he needs to protect to himself from people sucking his energy. Yep Virginia! Vampires do exist! They exist in the form of energy vampires. I’m sure you have met a few people like that, they just suck your energy dry and you are exhausted when they leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Andrew introduced Martin to Teddy tonight. Andrew said, “Daddy I want you to meet my friend Teddy, he’s gonna help protect you during your readings.” Martin has all kinds of “interesting” protection around him already. We call it “interesting” because it usually freaks clairvoyants out when they see what is around Martin. LOL While he has this protection, he could use a little more when doing a lot of commercial readings. So in comes “Teddy,” a psychic spider! Yes! You read that right! A psychic spider. Martin said Teddy spun a psychic silk cocoon around him for protection. He said that he can see out but nothing can get in! He said it tickled him as it was being spun around him. That doesn't sound weird at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that Andrew decided to introduce Martin to Teddy when he had a “baaawaaa baaawaa” client. Their energy was so whiny and draining that Andrew decided Martin needed a little more help in keeping his energy high so he could give each caller his best. So in comes Teddy the psychic silk spinning spider! If the neighbors only knew what went on in this lil ole house of ours! LOL :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT’S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-3530014233922005113?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/3530014233922005113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/12/spider-man-spider-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/3530014233922005113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/3530014233922005113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/12/spider-man-spider-man.html' title='Spider Man! Spider Man!'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-6203246413684627893</id><published>2009-12-20T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T20:22:26.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HAPPY! JOY JOY!</title><content type='html'>This is a message that was sent by a dear friend who has the absolute coolest experiences with Andrew/PureHeart. I am so grateful that she shares her experiences with him with me. Here is her latest encounter with my son this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"During the meditation, I saw the Light that means PureHeart is here. He has his hands held out in front of him, &amp; they bathed me in a golden glow. He told me that the light was joy, and I have to choose joy to keep the Light around me. The Light burned away the old me and revealed a new, golden, joyful me. He smiled, put his elf hat on and vanished."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a powerful, beautiful message and delivered in the holiday spirit to boot. He was always joyful here and continues to share that joy. That is my Mucker! It makes me so happy when I read how my boy continues to effect peoples' lives in such a positive, joyful way from the Other Side. It does a Pretty Mama's heart good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-6203246413684627893?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/6203246413684627893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-happy-joy-joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/6203246413684627893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/6203246413684627893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-happy-joy-joy.html' title='HAPPY HAPPY! JOY JOY!'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-4345959696250913463</id><published>2009-12-16T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T07:45:10.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GO FISH!</title><content type='html'>This lil story is sooooo goin in my act! If I ever get to perform again that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin had one of ‘those’ kind of readings recently. You know the one, the one where I tell my Guides to, “take a break, I think I have this one” (a line from my act) kind of reading. lol This woman is in… is in…, well, she actually calls it a relationship, but in reality it is NOT! She and her "boyfriend," (I'm doing air quotes as well), haven’t been intimate since March! All he does is dump HIS kid at her place to babysit. Has cheated on her (shocking I know!) AND she wants to know if he is going to ask her to marry him!!! SERIOUSLY??!! You wanna marry that? Are you kiddin me?? arrrrg! Yet another woman not standing in her power! Yet another reason I don't do commercial readings anymore, ok, I don't do any readings anymore. Can you even imagine Martin and I doing readings? It wouldn't be pretty! One of us needs to stay on the 3rd dimension.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Martin is trying to wake her sorry ass up, trying to get her to see what she is willing to accept for herself, i.e. being a door mat, whipping post, etc. But she ain’t hearing it. Martin then looks to Andrew to see if he has any words of wisdom that he might be able to impart on this very misguided woman who enjoys the view from inside her colon! Instead of paying attention to the reading, what is Andrew doing? He’s playing cards with his Guides. LOL LOL Martin tries to get an answer from The Muck but Muck shushes Martin! Yep! He shushed Martin! LOL Then he says to his Guides “go fish I don’t have an AA Michael card.” LMAO! How freakin hysterical is that?! They weren’t even playing poker or black jack but go fish with a Doreen Virtue's Arch Angel oracle deck! Too funny. And no, Martin never got an answer from The Muck. Martin just had to come up with some creative ways to say the same damn thing, “dump the chump!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those boyz of mine! They keep me amused!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ALL GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIS JUST IN! ANOTHER STORY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG Muck is on a roll! He keeps this up, blogging all this will be a full time job! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It appears that Wednesdays are a tough reading day for Martin. Dunno what it is about Wednesdays/Humpdays and why that is, but it’s usually Martin's highest minute day of readings too. He says most of the readings are hard on Wednesday. The clients are hard headed, usually in loser relationships, like a cheating boyfriend, a married man, etc, etc, etc and they don’t want to hear that he’s NOT gonna call or leave his wife. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Martin had a reading and this person who did NOT want to hear about Angels or Spirit Guides, only GOD! They believe that, that is all there is, GOD! SO what does Martin see? Andrew standing there by this person with a long beard and a crooked wig,(like Martin’s Wizard’s Window costume) and a robe looking like God that actually said "GOD" on the front of the robe. LMAO He looks at Martin and when Muck realizes Martin recognizes him (hahahahaha) he goes shhhhhhh! He didn't want Martin to give him away. LOL I can just picture all this! I’m just glad I’m not in my car this time ROFLMAO when Andrew pulls a funny, I got more room at home to ROFLMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Martin can’t help but mention Andrew to his clients since Andrew is very much a part of the reading. When Martin starts to tell Andrew’s story, they usually cry but they also get goosebumps, then they usually have a profound experience with Andrew/Pureheart later. Even this client that only wanted to hear about God and only God, felt Andrew beside them, they described him, not dressed like God mind you, ;-) but they knew he was tall and felt his energy. By the end of the reading they admitted to seeing AA Michael as a child. Then asked the question “Why does God need all these helpers like Angels and Guides then?” Martin’s reply? “Because God is a man and lazy!” Andrew gave his 2 thumbs up and all 3 of them laughed about it. My boyz ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT’S ALL GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIS JUST IN YET AGAIN&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin had another reading that Andrew got creative with. He showed up with a friend of ours Higher Self. I'm not going to go into the details of that because you'd have to know Brandon to really appreciate it and picture him. Brandon is still here but Andrew interacts with Brandon's Higher Self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Andrew was trying to distract the client from the dead end road she was heading down. Yep, another guy, Martin didn't have the heart to tell her that he was gay, that's where Brandon came in handy with that info. So Martin looks to Andrew for an answer and he sees Andrew with Elatia's blue wig on along with a nurse's cap. Andrew's fiddling with the nurse's hat trying to get it to fit just right in his own OCD way. LMAO! Now Andrew wasn't wearing a nurses uniform, he draws the line there! :-D So Martin asks the client "Are you a nurse?" Client: "WOW! yes I am!" But it didn't distract her for long before she was right back asking about this relationship that just wasn't gonna happen the way she wanted. *sigh* Andrew AND Brandon were like "That's all we got." Commercial readings are tough! That is why Andrew tries to keep it light and fun for Martin, so he doesn't put a gun to his own head! LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-4345959696250913463?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/4345959696250913463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/12/go-fish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/4345959696250913463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/4345959696250913463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/12/go-fish.html' title='GO FISH!'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-5937967876774636956</id><published>2009-12-02T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:17:50.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing! Testing! Is This Thing On?</title><content type='html'>Since Martin is busy again (Thank God/dess, Allah, Buddha. PureHeart etc)  doing 25-30 readings a day, he and Andrew are having A LOT of fun together. You’d think I’d be jealous that Martin has such an amazing connection w/Andrew, but instead I am happy that one of us is in constant contact w/Andrew. I know my time will come and I will have it too As things start to calm down and the stress level goes down, I know it will happen. At least I do get messages from him and feel him touching me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s funny how Andrew handles Martin. He could come right out and tell Martin what the deal is, but since Martin enjoys the journey so much, Andrew lets Martin figure things out for himself. For instance, when Martin goes to “Andrew” for answers to a client’s question, he gives an “Andrew” answer. As I have mentioned before, Andrew would always give random answers to questions sounding like he knew what he was talking about when really he was just making stuff up off the top of his head. God I miss him doing that w/me! He was just so funny with it you couldn’t get mad at him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Martin said to Andrew, “C’mon help me out! Where’s the PureHeart answer?” Andrew reminded him, “Daddy, you asked for Andrew not PureHeart!” Then Andrew hits him with a profound PureHeart answer. So Martin now knows when asking for answers, be specific on who you want to give the answers! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW when Martin gets “one of those calls,” you know, the most dreaded question for all psychics, besides the "who's my baby daddy" call, but the “is he coming back?” call, the call you really don’t need a psychic for. Andrew will keep it light and fun so Martin doesn’t get bored. Plus Andrew loves to play w/Martin during those calls. During one of “those” calls, Martin had a funny comment to lighten the person up and also so he wouldn’t want to reach through the phone and pimp slap her, but he got nothing! Not one chuckle. Then Martin sees Andrew on a stage tapping a mic sayin “Is this thing on?” Then Andrew immediately apologized for tapping the mic. It was validation that Martin was seeing Andrew because then Martin remembered when he told Andrew, when he was here, about why you shouldn’t tap on a mic, that you can damage it. Martin said that if he was just making it up about seeing Andrew, he wouldn’t have seen him apologizing because he had totally forgotten about telling Andrew about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was typing this about Andrew and the mic, a re-run of Scrubs came on and JD thought he made a funny and then it shows him on stage w/a mic saying "Is this thing on?" I love it when Andrew gives me validation like that! It just validates what I already know, that all this stuff is real!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time recently, another client was stuck in a dead end or non existent relationship and Martin went to Andrew for a creative answer for "NO! He’s not coming back or calling! MOVE ON!" What did Martin see? The old test patterns that use to be on TV in the old days! Andrew showed Martin the one he use to see when Martin was a kid in Ireland. LMAO! It was Andrew’s way of saying “No Andrew aqui!” hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing Andrew does for Martin with his new job, is that when another psychic is calling Martin, Andrew shows him his septor with an emerald on the top that he carries around with him, as a sign that it’s a psychic on the line. Martin is getting such accolades that other psychic’s are calling him to see if he’s as good as they say he is. AND he is! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my boyz are having a blast working together. They are a REAL dynamic duo! And I’m glad they are mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT’S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-5937967876774636956?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/5937967876774636956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/12/testing-testing-is-this-thing-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/5937967876774636956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/5937967876774636956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/12/testing-testing-is-this-thing-on.html' title='Testing! Testing! Is This Thing On?'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-4256200817144575490</id><published>2009-10-28T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:11:07.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Other Door...Uh...</title><content type='html'>No! Wait! Other car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a perfect example of why we don't let Martin drive or go out on his own very often. Not only is it his no sense of direction skills but also the fact he isn't in his body for long lengths of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin and I go out together today to run some errands. He wanted to stop off at 7-11. His and Andrew's fav outings were to 7-11. When Andrew would hear that Martin was making a 7-11 run, he'd coming barreling out of his room like a wolf spider saying "I wanna go! Wait for me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to wait in the car and let Martin go into 7-11 on his own. No biggie, right?? SO as I am sitting there, I watch as Martin comes out of 7-11 laughing and heads in the the opposite direction of our car! I figured he'd notice that he was going in the wrong direction but nope! I watch as he goes over to a black SUV's passenger side a few cars down. I'm thinking OMG! He's going to get in that car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see him walk out from behind said black SUV laughing even more! I was LMAO anxiously awaiting what the hell was going through his head as he nearly got into another car that someone was actually sitting in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets in and starts to explain but first saying, "You couldn't have honked?" LOL  Now what would have been the fun in that?! :-D He explained that when he laughs, he feels Andrew's energy more and got caught up in it and wasn't paying attention. Well, he must've really been feeling Andrew! And he did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he went to reach for the black SUV's door he hears Andrew say, in his best Simon Cowel voice, "Other car Daddy," and then showed him the whole American Idol audition scene as the contestants almost always reached for the wrong door. When Martin realized what he was doing, and that it was NOT me sitting in this car, he hears Andrew say, "Hey, how's it going Daddy?" Well, the 3 of us laughed all the way home! Just like the 5th lil piggy! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-4256200817144575490?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/4256200817144575490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/10/other-dooruh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/4256200817144575490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/4256200817144575490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/10/other-dooruh.html' title='Other Door...Uh...'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-8050886203858178510</id><published>2009-10-15T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T18:48:17.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You India</title><content type='html'>Today's post isn't about my medium husband but about me and my son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was sitting here on my laptop doing the usual, Facebook, Farmville on FB, reading posts on FB, making announcements on FB about upcoming concert and Light The Night Walk, when my nephew Mark IMs me. He was setting his mother, my sis in law, up on Facebook so she too can have no life other than a cyber one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked about a profile pic of her but Mark said he was waiting on my other nephew Patrick, (Irish in laws, so there’s a helluva lot of them) to accept his mother’s friend request to access his photoies. I told him I had Patrick’s graduation pics and to look there. As I was guiding him on where to look, I got caught up in looking at Andrew’s pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was promoting the Light The Night Walk and Int’l It’s All Good Day, I would wonder about Andrew and what he was doing, then a song would come on the tv music station that reminded me of him. Like ‘Viva La Vida’,(after he crossed) and ‘Chasing Cars.’ (while we were in hospital) I guess he was letting me know that he was right there with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I was perusing Muck’s photoies, missing him beyond belief, last week was a rough one. I still get overwhelmed with everything I have to deal with and it eventually gets the better of me and I succumb to the grief and stress. Anyway, as I was looking at the pics of my Muck, a song comes on the tv music station that I didn’t really pay attention to, until…until I hear, “She’s got no gagina! She’s got no gagina!” I started LMAO then something else happens. As I am looking thru Muck’s pics it skips one and it goes to the next one of Muck with his big grin standing with his PICU nurse Julie. He wanted to make sure I knew he was laughing right there with me. So there I sat laughing and crying with my Muck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, when Andrew was about 4yo he saw the Alanis Morrisette music video of “Thank U” where she’s walking down a busy city street, NY perhaps, wearing no clothes and has no “gagina.” Andrew pointed that out. It was soooo funny! He reminded me of that today. Man! I miss my Muck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT’S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-8050886203858178510?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/8050886203858178510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/10/thank-you-india.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/8050886203858178510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/8050886203858178510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/10/thank-you-india.html' title='Thank You India'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-8108621530266099769</id><published>2009-10-09T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T19:35:06.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Git Along Lil Doggie</title><content type='html'>My now 12 lbs, (note to self, put Merlin on a diet) co-dependent, long haired, black and tan dapple, wiener dog Merlin, likes to get his vitamin D in the morning by sitting in the sun on the back patio. He does his usual scoping out the patio area around the pool/frog pond. He lets the lizards know who's boss out there. When he's done, and he feels his work is done for a while, he barks to come inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin went outside the other day while Merlin was still doing his morning thing to notice Merlin in quite a state! His ears were pulled back like they were pinned to his head and Merlin was looking behind himself barkin. Merlin had yellow petals from the tree that sheds onto out patio all over him. Martin thought it was odd to see him trying to look at his back barking, he doesn't chase his tail. That's when Martin heard "Weeeeeeeeeeeeee!" He tunes in to see a pixie and a brownie riding Merlin with his ears being the reigns! To them Merlin is like a horse, not a small wiener dog. LOL   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin couldn't help but laugh at what they had done to Merlin. The Fae love messin around with animals. I have to admit, it's kinda fun to watch even if you can't see the Fae, you see the result and it's pretty funny. A friend of ours told us years ago about how the Fae mess with his St Bernard. He'd go barking into the bushes and come out with faeries hanging from his whiskers! LMAO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin eventually told the pixie and brownie, "Get back in the yard!" They did and he fixed Merlin's ears and brushed the yellow petals off him before he let Merlin inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people are unaware of the Elementals in their yard, but make no mistake, they are there! It makes life more interesting when you acknowledge and work with them. Watch your cat or dog the next time they are in the yard and appear to be barking at "nothing." That's a good time to practice seeing what is really going on with them and getting to know your unseen 'neighbors'. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-8108621530266099769?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/8108621530266099769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/10/git-along-lil-doggie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/8108621530266099769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/8108621530266099769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/10/git-along-lil-doggie.html' title='Git Along Lil Doggie'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-7357496499347761799</id><published>2009-10-08T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T18:07:58.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muck The Mechanic</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;When it's slow around here on stories, I go to my blog on healive.org and get stories from there. This is one of those times. Ok, a lot of the past posts I've done that. Martin is busy working on getting Andrew's service up on the web and is busy with that. He doesn't tell me all the interaction he has with Andrew, it's so common for him that he doesn't think to tell me everything. *sigh*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew wanted to take Martin out for dinner for Father’s Day. Of course we had to go to Long Horns. It’s been the tradition for many years. Well, nearly 9yrs now. Elatia always works on holidays so we go there when we are going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get in the car and it starts, then dies, starts, then dies, starts, then dies, you get the picture. It was running great yesterday when we went to and from Brandon which is close to 70 miles one way. I have a 2001 Lexus RX300 that I got for my 40th b-day. The kids helped me pick it out, and it just plain kicks ass! It is such a great car, still rides like a dream and has never left me stranded, well, except for once at the clown house. Our battery died after 6yrs which is amazing! They usually go after 4yrs apparently. We weren’t driving much while in hospital &amp; we may have left the inside light on which is why the battery gave out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we call Jeremy to see if he can give us a ride to Long Horns and we would use Elatia’s car to go home. I go inside to sulk. Martin gets in the car and says “Ok Andrew, I have had a great day &amp; want it to continue, what’s going on with the car?” Martin feels Andrew’s energy move to the back of the car. Martin feels Andrew’s energy go through the exhaust pipe and move through the car to the front under the hood. Then Andrew says “Try it again Daddy.” Martin starts the car and Andrew tells him to keep his foot on the gas then slowly lift his foot off the gas a little at the time. Andrew was using terms Martin uses in his meditation poking fun at him. LMAO! Martin got a chuckle out of it, but then told him to focus! Martin lifted his foot off the gas and it kept running!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy showed up and the car was still running. Since he was there and could give us ride if need be, we decided to test the car and turned it off. It started up again no probs! The car sounded like it’s ole self and drove like it too! We went and got some fuel injection stuff for the gas. Who knew Muck was a mechanic? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we got to Long Horns, Martin hears a song playing. He was all happy about it. I asked him why he had such a goofy smile on his face. He explained that he asked Andrew for a Neil Young song for a present. It was Martin’s fav Neil Simon song, “Heart Of Gold,” that was playing at Long Horns when we got our seat. It just validated that Andrew was with us to enjoy some steakie goodness too! He’s a good son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT’S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-7357496499347761799?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/7357496499347761799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/10/muck-mechanic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/7357496499347761799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/7357496499347761799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/10/muck-mechanic.html' title='Muck The Mechanic'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-7211743300611616193</id><published>2009-10-04T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:05:17.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trivial Pursuits</title><content type='html'>Martin has an infinity for useless information. So he was on a hunt for some new useless info to fill his pretty lil head with, and also to share, so a googling he did go. I don’t know, is there websites just for useless info? Apparently there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he was looking up on how the word “gun” started being used for weapons. See? Useless information. Not sure why he found the origin of the word gun fascinating enough to look up, but he did. As he starts his hunt, he hears Andrew telling him, “I know Daddy!” Martin said, “oh yea? Tell me then,” half believing him but still googling the info. Andrew continues, “It comes from the African Goddess of war, Gun.” So as Martin goes to ask him “really?” He feels Andrew’s energy disappear which is the equivalent to him running away &amp; hiding! LMAO As I have mentioned before, Andrew would answer questions we’d ask him with such authority when he was here, like he really knew the answer and he’d be totally making it up! Right down to asking him the time. We’d always LOAO when he’d do it because he sounded so confident he knew the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin knew Andrew was pulling one of his stunts when he pulled the disappearing act. Much to Martin’s surprise, Andrew was actually correct about one thing, there really is a “Gun,” African Goddess of War, pretty impressive I have to say, but that is not where the use of the word gun came from. I googled it and found this, “This word for a firearm most likely comes from a Scandinavian woman’s name.” “It it has been suggested by Professor W. W. Skeat that it conceals a female name, Gunnilde or Gunhilda.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s weird that Andrew actually had some info right. Usually he’d make the answer ALL up! LOL It’s good to see our Muck still up to his old tricks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-7211743300611616193?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/7211743300611616193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/10/trivial-pursuits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/7211743300611616193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/7211743300611616193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/10/trivial-pursuits.html' title='Trivial Pursuits'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-4022853127382949492</id><published>2009-09-28T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:16:17.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Shoots! He Scores!</title><content type='html'>Martin decided to go out with Andrew's friend Daniel, and I as we ran errands. We had to go &amp; get our Harry Potter tix, a run to Whole Foods &amp; Publix. Going out w/Daniel is an adventure, he talks w/anyone &amp; everyone he meets. In Ireland he would be known as a wee Granda. LOL You can tell where he’s been because he leaves a trail of people laughing or smiling in his wake! LOL It’s fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were listening to Martin’s new music cd in the car, the 3rd song that reminds me of Andrew’s journey Home  was on. Martin tells me that he asked Andrew for a sign to let him know he was around. Martin then says, “He sent me a sign,” &amp; he pointed over to a license plate that said “Hug Kiss.” Then we were hit with a wave of emotion and we both had tears in our eyes as we felt Andrew’s presence, we felt his love, the amazing love that he has for his parents. Andrew then told Martin “I’m in every fiber, of every cell, of your being Daddy.” And boy did we feel it! As Martin and I hold hands and take in the moment, (while I’m trying to drive mind you!) Martin starts to laugh because Andrew then said, all chuffed (proud), “He shoots! He scores!” :-D   We both started LOAO! lil bastard! LOL He’s still not off the hook for leaving us behind! He still has a smack from me coming when I get there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT’S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-4022853127382949492?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/4022853127382949492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-shoots-he-scores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/4022853127382949492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/4022853127382949492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-shoots-he-scores.html' title='He Shoots! He Scores!'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-4783733964507151891</id><published>2009-09-26T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:53:41.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Avatar's Journey Home</title><content type='html'>I thought since it is coming up on the 2nd anniversary of his crossing, and Kimberly's father is getting ready to make his transition, I would post it again here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Andrew's story of his journey home as told by Andrew through Martin. While we got a glimpse of his journey the night he left us, Martin got the full channel in Feb '08. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those who are Andrew's friends and love him, I hope this brings you some peace. I know you miss him, but he is still here with you. He is only a thought away! IT'S ALL GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was met by a beautiful energy in the shape of a white stag. He whispered my name, Glan Croi, many times. Many times until my energy resounded with it. It became me, as I became the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What does it mean," I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PureHeart." The stag replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PureHeart." I whispered in return. It felt right and it felt purposeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do I do now?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We wait, Glan Croi, we wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited. I felt so very clear and very beautiful. Then I remembered my mom and dad, and my sister. I became sad for a split second, and this stag enveloped me. I felt safe. It felt like home to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then saw my dad, lost in a moment, but I knew he could see me. So I smiled and waved at him, I remember thinking, if he only knew what awaits, he would not be so sad. I also saw my mom. I admire her strength so very much. I'm able to do what I need to do because of them. I have peace, and I will share with them until we reunite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to communicate with their higher selves when I ascended. Through their teaching I was never lost. It helped me understand where I was, when so many people don't. You need to know who and where you are before you cross, else you get lost here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still travel with my parents my sister, and their higher consciousness. We are working and loving together. It is my wish that their human cells know and accept this, even the times they cannot feel it. It is so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to my dad, and he heard me. I asked him to tell the healers to stop. It was time for me to leave, and get things ready. I am happy. He did not listen to me at first, so I taught him like he taught me. He took his own advice though, and helped me make sense of it. Now he has to help Mommy, and my sister Elatia, but he hears me, so that won't be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you ready?" the stag said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ready? What for?" I questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They want to celebrate your coming Home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They, who are they?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Follow me: Glan Croi, and you will see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the room, and I found myself at the edge of a beautiful forest. It felt more like home than anything I had ever experienced before. I couldn't take it all in at first. Images were flashing very quickly. It seems we were moving very quickly, but naturally, at the same time. It just felt right to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came to what I remembered to be a large castle, with a drawbridge. Above me was an archway of trees leading into a courtyard containing a fountain, with a large lion statue in the middle of it. There was water coming from the lion's mouth into the base of the fountain. It's sparkled and glowed. I drank from the fountain and remembered who I am. It was wonderful and beautifully overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stag was no longer with me, and as I looked back I saw it's energy disappearing into the trees. "Welcome home,: Glan Croi." I heard him whisper as he became one with the trees. It did not matter that he was gone, because I knew where to go from here. Straight ahead, and through the double wooden doors that were in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I pushed them open and walked forward, I was transported into a great arena. I realized at this point, that I had not been wearing any clothes. I was naked, but I noticed that I didn't have any of the needle marks, and other marks that my body on earth had accumulated during my stay in hospital. All of these realizations happened in a split second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard cheering and whistling, and I also heard a loud thundering. I came to awareness and I see what looks like thousands of people sitting around the arena, and standing around the arena, cheering and clapping. I know who I am. I have always known who I am. I remember thinking that this was cool. The initial fear that I had when I crossed was long gone, and in its place was a feeling of "yeah, now that's what I'm talking about!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was met by my mom, dad, and Elatia, and they took me together with Michael, the Angel, to the center of the arena where there was a large throne-like chair. A lady wearing a green robe came up behind me, and put upon me a beautiful forest green robe. I put my arms through and it felt like I had worn this before. She tied the robe with a thick golden rope which fell to my sides very comfortably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked around the arena at the thousands of happy faces, I noticed that they were all wearing robes of various colors. They were sectioned according to their colors around the arena. Facing the throne I saw all the people wearing a similar robe to me. They were standing and cheering. My mom and my dad and my sister were seated there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tall man came over to me and placed a headpiece on my head. It was silver with an Emerald heart right in the center. "We welcome you home,: Glan Croi." I sat on the chair for a little while, then went to greet everyone that I knew. I had traveled many places with all of these people many, many times. I have no regrets, and will always strive to communicate with my parents and my sister, because I realized as soon as I crossed that our work has just begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will see you all very soon and you will remember. We are destined to travel for we are an unstoppable and connected team. Much love and blessings to you. Let's go, you know you want to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glan Croi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This still brings tears to my eyes when I read it. How amazing, powerful and profound! I am really looking forward to my journey Home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-4783733964507151891?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/4783733964507151891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/avatars-journey-home.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/4783733964507151891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/4783733964507151891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/avatars-journey-home.html' title='An Avatar&apos;s Journey Home'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-1330135964752164081</id><published>2009-09-26T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:42:09.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAERIE NICE!</title><content type='html'>I have this beautiful handmade faerie, named Sidhe, pronounced She, that I bought at the Laguna Beach Sawdust Festival back in 2002 after an ATP(r) reunion. She is about 3 ft tall. Sidhe is just stunning with her long, blond, real hair, and her purple and green vintage Stevie Nicks type dress. I just love her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we had our store, she sat in an antique high chair in the front window. When kids came in they would talk to her. I honestly think they could hear her. They were always very respectful to her. They would stroke her arm or touch her face as they talked to her. It was cool to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she sits in the same antique high chair by my back door to the pool/frog pond area. Sidhe is right up against the wall beside the french doors. Friday we noticed that her chair was away from the wall and turned towards the back room, Elatia’s old room. I thought maybe Andrew's friend Daniel might have done it when he grabbed his backpack for school. He spent Wed &amp; Thurs night with us. He kept it on the chair beside Sidhe. I never got to ask him if he might have done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin put her back last night before we went to bed and says to Andrew, “I’m getting tired of putting her back.” Figuring this was not going to be the last time. ;-) Then Andrew says to him, “Not as tired as I am moving it out Daddy!” LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tonight right before we go into Andrew’s room for me to work on my astral travel exercises to meet up with Andrew, Martin came inside from the pool area and Sidhe was once again away from the wall facing the back room! As we notice this, Cold Play’s Viva La Vida came on the music channel. I just turned that channel on! I hardly ever do that at night, just during the day usually. We just started laughing because it is just so Andrew! Its his calling card to do something, then follow it up with a sign and Viva La Vida is a definite sign! He sent me that song last year. It reminds me of how he talked about ruling the world. It was bittersweet moment because I could just see him standing there laughing but missing his physical presence tremendously as well. But…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT’S ALL GOOD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-1330135964752164081?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/1330135964752164081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/faerie-nice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/1330135964752164081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/1330135964752164081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/faerie-nice.html' title='FAERIE NICE!'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-8079961706065171818</id><published>2009-09-21T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T18:15:03.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peek A Boo!</title><content type='html'>This is a short one. I was using the laptop where Andrew’s portrait is the background. It’s doubled side by side so it doesn’t deform the picture. As I was trying to post something on FB the whole FB page moved down just enough to where I see Andrew’s eyes from the one portrait peeking over the top at me. As I notice this I hear in my head, “Peek a boo I see you!”LOL It took me a second to realize that it wasn’t my voice in my head, but Andrew’s. It made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when Martin went into his office tonight, he noticed that his computer was logged onto Andrew’s FB. It had been logged onto Martin’s when he left. He thought maybe I was on it checking something out, but I was not! So Martin goes into his bathroom after and the fairy light was on, it hadn’t been on in days. Now I just looked at the time &amp; it is 12:22am! These signs are helping me to stay somewhat calm as things have been extremely slow this month, like freakishly slow. I am sooooo ready for all these ideas to start sprouting already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin told me to google and yahoo Martin and Connie Jordan, Connie &amp; Martin Jordan, and International It’s All Good Day. WOW! We have a lot of listings on the 1st pg of each search engine! Even WitchyWoman I come up several times on the 1st pg. It’s the same for Psychic Boy. We have internet presence people! WOoo HOOo! Again, anytime now! Let’s see the them idears a sproutin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT’S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-8079961706065171818?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/8079961706065171818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/peek-boo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/8079961706065171818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/8079961706065171818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/peek-boo.html' title='Peek A Boo!'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-8071088957652420087</id><published>2009-09-20T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T15:22:51.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keepin The Dream Alive</title><content type='html'>Martin went into the office, or the lair, as the boys call it, this morning and saw Andrew sitting in his chair staring into the monitor screen. He had his head resting on his hand. Martin asked Andrew “what’s up?” Andrew replied, “nothing much Daddy, just keeping the dream alive.” He then thanked Martin &amp; I for the work we continue to do to get his message out there. He then said,”No worries Daddy, you and Mommy will be out there doing what you love soon.” Martin said he knows what Andrew is saying is true, because he can “feel it in my water.” I finally told him he should probably see a dr about it since he’s been “feeling it in his water” for awhile now. LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew looked a bit different today. He had a wee goatee that he played with on his chin. (is that a bit redundant?) He would always twirl his hair on his head when he was at his computer and make a wee horn on the front of his head with it that I was always making fun of. lol When he was in hospital he had a bit of the Shaggy thing going on his chin. I would play with it because I was excited to see hair growing again. He was not amused with me at all! He didn’t like hair on his face so I was surprised when Martin said that Andrew had a goatee this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin was telling me all this, while I was driving to get bagels. Of course I have to ask him questions to pull it out of him. He really makes me work for this information!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I proceed to ask him, “What was Andrew wearing? What did he look like?” I’m always curious if he appears as Muck or PureHeart. This morning it was The Muck…an older Muck. He is not 16yo anymore that is fo sho! He is showing himself as his 18yo self would be here. It’s kinda cool that he does that for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning he had his goatee, his hair pretty much the same, a WHITE t-shirt on which I thought was odd because he NEVER wore white. He also had on something he never wore too, long jeans. He hated wearing long jeans, even in Ireland, he wore his camo or jean shorts. He had black tie shoes too. He only wore those at Elatia’s wedding. It was always sneakers any other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The white t-shirt was tight, like Simon Cowell tight, lol showing off his muscles. ;-) Muck had him some serious muscle action going on before he was diagnosed and he was working out w/weights to fine tune his already beautiful physique. I tried to talk him into becoming a model but he wasn’t having it at all! Anyway, on the t-shirt it said “ME!” That’s it, that’s all it said. Of course that took Martin on a journey. If a swinging trash can lid in a grocery store can do that to him, why not a t-shirt that said ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Martin asked Andrew what the t-shirt meant. Andrew’s reply? “I know who I am Daddy.” And so he does! He did while he was here too, which is most important because if we know who we are here, it makes our journey back Home that much sweeter! Martin and I done good! We enabled Andrew to have the best journey Home that he could ever possibly have! We also did our job so well he was able to go Home when he did. *sigh* (I'll know better next time! yea like there'll be a next time!) I know I will see the rewards for that when I finally get to go Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting thing happened while at the bagel shoppe. Andrew ALWAYS follows up his appearance with a sign. It even blew Martin away. As we are waiting to give our order, the cashier, *pronounced* Marteen says to someone, “Keeping the dream alive!” :-o Martin and I just looked at each other and LOAO! That’s our Muck! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muck also helped Martin to not over fill his coffee this time by making fun of him by repeating Martin’s words to him “Why do they fill up the coffee cup up too much?!” before he started pouring his own coffee. Can’t remember if I blogged or told someone that story of how when we went to the bagel shoppe a few weeks ago, Martin was thinking “Why do they always fill the coffee up too much? I have no room for milk.” Andrew had to remind him “Uhh Daddy, you poured that!” I went over to see why Martin was laughing so much and that is what he told me. He did it the next time too! But this time Andrew caught him in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly! We should be a reality show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT’S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-8071088957652420087?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/8071088957652420087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/keepin-dream-alive.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/8071088957652420087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/8071088957652420087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/keepin-dream-alive.html' title='Keepin The Dream Alive'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-4215369523796451213</id><published>2009-09-18T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:55:13.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Son O'Mine</title><content type='html'>We did a meditation class in Brandon back in July at Under The Gypsy Moon. It is amazing to see how Andrew…PureHeart works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a little girl there, Rhiannon, she’s about 2-3ys old. Martin could see her wee antenna on top of head. An Elemental through &amp; through this little one is. She is very clairvoyant. Rhiannon sees the faeries and also the spirits that roam Gypsy Moon, well she sees spirits every where she goes I’m sure. When she was asked where Andrew was, she pointed right where Martin saw him standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the meditation Martin saw Andrew walking around doin his energy work. He went over to Rhiannon to play with her. Martin saw Rhiannon blow Andrew kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meditation when people were sharing their experiences so Martin could give them a read on it, one woman had an interesting thing happen. She said that she heard Martin call her name. She said she heard him doing the meditation but also heard him audibly calling her name over &amp; over. Martin said it was probably Andrew she was hearing. She said “well then he sounds just like you!” She asked if he was tall and lanky, because she said she saw this tall, lanky, handsome Being. We laughed and said YES! She went on to say that he did energy work on her shoulders, she could feel him touch her &amp; feel the stress leave her body. I brought out his pic in my purse and she said “Yes, that is him!” The picture got passed around to everyone. One woman put her left hand over the picture for bit before she passed it on. After she passed Andrew’s pic to the next person, she was crying. While she didn’t say anything, I’m guessing she felt his healing energy and it touched her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just LOVE working with that son o’mine! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-4215369523796451213?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/4215369523796451213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/that-son-omine.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/4215369523796451213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/4215369523796451213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/that-son-omine.html' title='That Son O&apos;Mine'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-6271068344564013824</id><published>2009-09-17T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T13:40:15.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Physical Siting Of Muck!</title><content type='html'>While Andrew's friend Daniel, and I were on a midnight run to Walmart a few months ago (there are some scary ass ppl there at that time) to get a candle for the ceremony for us to be his Godparents, Martin was practicing the piano. As Martin was working on learning a hard cord, he suddenly got it with ease. He looked up to see Andrew walking through the office! Well, it wasn’t really the office Andrew was walking through. It was where he is now, so it was Martin that had raised his vibration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin saw him as solid as if he never left here! Andrew waved to Martin and had a big beautiful smile on his face. He was on his way to somewhere. Martin said he looked so amazing! Andrew was wearing his camo shorts, his Hern t-shirt, and his denim jacket I got him in Vegas from the Excalibur, with the collar up. He never wore it like that before. He also pointed to the computer and then to Martin to let him to know to “Get Blogging!” LOL You were right Leah to laugh in his general direction when Martin said he was going to be blogging more! teeeheeeee hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it was only a split second, it was like time stood still. Martin got a lot of feelings and messages in it. Andrew told him not to worry about anything, everything is under control that they are handling everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin said that when someone raises their vibration that high, the Guides come out like cockroaches on sugar! LOL Meaning that in that instant while they have you on that vibration, they are like the pit crew at a NASCAR race working on you. So he had some kind of attunement. Afterward Martin said his nose and eyes were running. He said these experiences are like crack, very addicting and makes him high, makes me high hearing about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier tonight as I was sitting here listening to music that connects me to Muck, I felt the tug on my left ear again and then my crown chakra was buzzing so I know something’s going on with me too. Dunno what, but something. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT’S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-6271068344564013824?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/6271068344564013824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/physical-siting-of-muck.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/6271068344564013824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/6271068344564013824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/physical-siting-of-muck.html' title='Physical Siting Of Muck!'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-1607698311980092717</id><published>2009-09-16T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T12:16:18.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WAREHOUSE 22</title><content type='html'>If you watch SyFy's Warehouse 13 you know what I'm talking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew was in quite the mood the other morning! He was been playing with Martin ALL morning on Monday! He showed Martin another “t-shirt” so to speak. Only this time he showed Martin wearing a dress, with a white streak in his hair (representing me) &amp; underneath him it said “Yer da’s yer ma!” A quaint Irish expression for making fun of yer parents is my guess. I have to ask my sis in law Julie, since she sez it all of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT Andrew wasn’t done yet! Martin and I were chatting out side about the freakin new taddy eggs just laid, even with chlorine in the pool! Damn frogs! While I LOVE them, I want my pool to not be green anymore! I was trying to figure out how to get them out before they were tadpoles so we can keep adding chlorine, but we didn't get them all in time, so we have a new round of 1,000's of tadpoles again. *sigh of defeat* We then go inside after we realized we lost yet another battle with our froggie friends, plus it was hot and humid AND Martin's nap time. Sunday wiped him out after the psychic party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later Martin ends up coming out of the bedroom LHAO! He had tears rolling down his face from laughin so hard! Hey! I want in! He was in the bathroom so he was NOT thinking of Andrew by any means. As Martin was taking his quartz crystal necklace off, that has some of Andrew’s ashes in it, he hears, “Noooooooooo!” Martin then really tunes in to see what that was all about, and hears “Linear probe has been removed! I repeat! Linear probe has been removed! Houstous we have a problem!” (Muck didn’t know, when he was younger, that it was actually Houston lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin then sees Andrew at this control panel all frantic Like Artie, and all these computer screens going blank because Martin removed his crystal. Martin said it looked like a scene from Warehouse 13. Martin was wearing an artifact that kept him in touch with Andrew and now he was taking it off and all hell was breaking lose back at the "warehouse!" LMAO! My son knows how to keep us laughing! BUT he's still getting a smack when I see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just your average day at the Jordan household! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT’S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-1607698311980092717?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/1607698311980092717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/warehouse-22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/1607698311980092717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/1607698311980092717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/warehouse-22.html' title='WAREHOUSE 22'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-8478455369846818980</id><published>2009-09-15T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:34:06.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To School.....AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>We had a psychic party on Sunday and as we are getting ready, Martin is telling me how Andrew will be running around in his camo shorts and a t-shirt with different sayings on them. Martin is talking so nonchalantly about it. I guess he sees this all of the time. So yesterday Andrew had on a new t-shirt. I was thinking it was going to be like some really profound, Avatar sayings on his t-shirts that maybe we can market, right? WRONG! Sunday's t-shirt said “WHO’S YOUR DADDY?” with a picture of Martin underneath it! ROFLMAO! The things Muck does to keep us laughing and happy! He still is and will ALWAYS be our Mucker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin and I were coming home from the psychic party Sunday night. We talked about many things, but among the topics was how Andrew comes through in readings or who he sends in if it’s not his field of expertise. Plus he likes introducing Martin to some of his friends on the Other Side. Andrew is always creative with the information he gives Martin, as we have seen over the past nearly 2 yrs. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin said during one reading it was getting difficult. He was being taken to a place he didn’t want to go. He was smelling things that he just knew weren’t a fun place to be. Andrew saw Martin struggling with it and Andrew jumps into Martin’s body! He started doing that earlier in the year. Martin said he then started smelling Andrew’s after shave and he was feeling much better. What does Andrew say?? “Your welcome Daddy! Love the skin I’m in!” ROFLMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as Martin and I continue with our conversations in the car, we had an hour drive, we discuss how we have NEVER seen anyone walk their talk, practice what they taught, like Andrew did! NO ONE! BAR NONE! Martin went on a wee bit of a rant about how just ONCE he would like to see someone walk their talk before he leaves this planet. Just ONCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he continues on with his wee rant, I hear Andrew. So when Martin pauses to take a breath finally. I say, “You have!"…*pregnant pause for effect*… "US!” I proceed to tell him that Andrew was telling me that WE have been walking our talk, WE have practiced what we taught going through emmence trauma and grief. I got a bit teary eyed as I was feeling Andrew but I had to stay focused on the road. Then I went on to tell him, “Especially YOU!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin was silent as he let those words sink in. Martin and I felt the truth Andrew was saying. He realized Andrew was right… duh! When is he not, especially now! Taken to school yet again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the lesson here kiddies? Quit looking outside of yourself and look within, it’s ALL there! A whole magnificent Universe of knowledge lies within us ALL! Ponder that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT’S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-8478455369846818980?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/8478455369846818980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-to-schoolagain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/8478455369846818980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/8478455369846818980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-to-schoolagain.html' title='Back To School.....AGAIN!'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-4370139969059261477</id><published>2009-09-14T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T14:46:16.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peepin Elves?</title><content type='html'>Apparently so! Tammy and Cassie were in Andrew’s room goofing around. Well, Tammy was trying to go to sleep and Cassie wasn’t having any of it. SO as they were in there laughing and carrying on, I hear them get a little freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come out of the room and ask where Martin was because they thought he was outside of Andrew’s bedroom window trying to scare them. I said “Nope, he’s in the office doing an $80 special  reading.” *insert commercial here* Then they asked where Daniel was. Told them he was in the office too. They went into the office to check and sho enuf, there was Daniel at Andrew’s computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Tammy &amp; Cassie ran outside to see if they could see anyone because they said they definitely heard someone at the window. Well, Tammy just demonstrated it and it scared the piss outta me! That was no wind blowing! Someone definitely ran their hands down the window! :-o So the Elves were making their presence known to someone other than Daniel and Martin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you might think it was some neighborhood kids, not with the average age of the neighborhood being 70! We don’t have kids that roam the street at night, well not since Andrew quit walking Wes home after midnite anyway. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO our Elvin buddies are making themselves more known. Looking forward to hearing more from them. So Stay Tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT’S ALL GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS JUST IN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy put her blanket that we took to the beach last week out side draped on 2 chairs. Daniel noticed today that it looked like 2 people had sat in them. Sure enough when we went to look at them that’s exactly what it looked like! No one’s been out there sitting except Martin &amp; he has his chair. It looks like the handy work of a couple of Elves IMHO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-4370139969059261477?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/4370139969059261477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/peepin-elves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/4370139969059261477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/4370139969059261477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/peepin-elves.html' title='Peepin Elves?'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-1961898015202472249</id><published>2009-09-13T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:21:47.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Elvin Friends Part 3</title><content type='html'>I don't know the French for 3. ;-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got some more details from Martin on what the Elves looked liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are about 5′10″, they had a mist around their feet. They were wearing a long black coat that was baggie &amp; wraps around but with distinct long sleeves w/cuffs. They had rings on on their fingers, black boots that cuff over the knee, skin tight material on their legs that were gray, ummm sounds like tights to me! Long braided silver hair, each having a different celtic knot type braid. Martin said he didn’t know if the knots represented a title or a tribe. One had a staff w/a little light on top of it, the other had a wand. Martin didn’t see the details of the wand. They had face markings around their eyes but he couldn’t see the exact details. Martin said they were pretty, but serious…pretty serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin said they travel with their own weather. Well they must because that sure as heck ain’t Florida summer weather clothing they were wearing!  I had a hot flash just typing what they were wearing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin said today that last night the Elves were picking fruit off the tree in the neighbor’s yard behind us. Hahaha If they only knew what was really going on in our yards! :-D Martin said there was a HUGE owl there as well. I said what was the owl doing? Martin’s reply? “Licking a tootsie pop.” “AND the Elves were asking the owl how many licks does it take to get the the tootsie roll.” LMAO! I’m still waiting for the real answer, so stay tuned! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT’S ALL GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS JUST IN AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we came back from a Light The Night meeting, Merlin, my co-dependent wiener dog, was barking like crazy out the front window while wagging his tail. He was so adamant that something was out there, I looked, didn’t see anything. Then I got the hit that maybe it was the Elves. I asked Martin about them being in the front yard &amp; he said they walk the whole perimeter of our yard and there is 3 of them now out there tonight. Must find out more about that! Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-1961898015202472249?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/1961898015202472249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-elvin-friends-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/1961898015202472249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/1961898015202472249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-elvin-friends-part-3.html' title='Our Elvin Friends Part 3'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-5003853738398194331</id><published>2009-09-12T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:21:06.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT'S IN A NAME? ELVES PART DEUX</title><content type='html'>Here’s some more of the Elvin experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin was chatting w/Andrew the next day after the Elf incident and was asking him what the Elves names were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="entry"&gt;Andrew: Why does it matter? DEUX &lt;br /&gt;Martin: Just tell me their names! as he tried pulling the Daddy Card, which has no clout over there! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: it really doesn’t matter Daddy&lt;br /&gt;Martin: I know it doesn’t, but I would like to know, just tell me!&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: OK…… Cheech and Chong &lt;img alt=":-D" class="wp-smiley" src="http://healive.org/WordPress/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Martin was going to insist some more that Andrew tell him their names, Martin audibly hears Peter Gabriel’s song, Salsbury Hill. It was one of the songs I played when we got to take Andrew home from the hospital for 6 days. If you remember, I played that and Daughtry’s song “I’m Coming Home” on a boom box while walking down the hospital hall. Yea, I’m a dork. But we know that already, so Martin checks his computer, it wasn’t playing there. Looks over at Daniel, wasn’t playing there. He turns his attention back to Andrew and Andrew was dancing to the song. He had a sword (always loved his swords) &amp;amp; was in a field dancing around but had a martial arts feel to it, having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin then spent the next hour just talking father/son talk with Andrew like they use to do here. So I guess Martin won’t be getting the Elves names until he remembers them since he does know them, he just doesn’t remember them here, he has a relationship w/them on the Other Side.&lt;br /&gt;It keeps life interesting that is fo sho! &lt;img alt=";-)" class="wp-smiley" src="http://healive.org/WordPress/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT’S ALL GOOD! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-5003853738398194331?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/5003853738398194331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-in-name-elves-part-deux.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/5003853738398194331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/5003853738398194331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-in-name-elves-part-deux.html' title='WHAT&apos;S IN A NAME? ELVES PART DEUX'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-6056680953392037746</id><published>2009-09-11T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:05:38.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A LITTLE MAGICKAL HELP FROM OUR FRIENDS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;Martin &amp;amp; Andrew's 13yo friend Daniel went out onto the patio late one night, actually early one is morning, around 1a.m. Martin said it was cool out and I had to check for myself because I was like “cha right!” Merlin made a bolt for it too. Not even Martin’s Crocodile Dundee ox trick worked in stopping him. LOL Yes, he really did try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merlin immediately ran out and started barking like crazy like he was hunting squirrel…..or elf &lt;img alt=";-)" class="wp-smiley" src="http://healive.org/WordPress/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif" /&gt; I told Martin to grab him quick so he could get Merlin inside. We couldn’t have that kind of barking at 1a.m. I thought it was odd since there weren’t any squirrels out. I went inside because I, “Menopause Woman”&amp;nbsp; did NOT find it cooler at all, it was muggy. I left Daniel and Martin to their own devices. Two males left on their own outside at 1a.m. You know something’s gonna happen! Especially when one of them sees beyond the 3rd dimension &amp;amp; the other is working on fine tuning his 3rd eye! Remember what happened when it was Martin and Andrew left to their own devices in the hospital?? &lt;img alt=":-o" class="wp-smiley" src="http://healive.org/WordPress/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_surprised.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Unless you have followed our journey fully, that last sentence made no sense. Lets just it involved 2 boys, (Martin and Andrew) an intestinal bleed, and uh, uh umm timing a certain Avatar's farts! YUP! I said it! Martin, paranormal overachiever AND metaphysical teacher AND an Avatar timing his farts! Don't even ask what happened to the "hat" Andrew had to use in the bathroom! There's no getting around the testosterone no matter how enlightened you are! LOL Boys love having fun w/their bodily functions! Well, at least this was higher dimensional debauchery w/Martin and Daniel! &lt;img alt=":-D" class="wp-smiley" src="http://healive.org/WordPress/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin noticed that the frogs had stopped croaking. Very weird since it’s a frog orgy here every night! Well, with a broken pool pump, it’s bound to happen. The new batch of tadpoles were eaten by the the last batch that’s almost grown. That ain’t right! Since we haven’t been able to get our pool pumped fixed, least of our concerns at the mo, I have enjoyed watching the frogs grow &amp;amp; leave the “nest.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo Martin was 'pulled' to walk over to another part of the screened in patio. He knew there was strong energy in that corner. As he’s standing there tuning into it, he feels a tap on his shoulder. He felt another presence and that’s when he felt a shaking of his shoulder like an old friend would do when you haven’t seen them in a long time. The frogs started again. Daniel was talking, he got the hit that the frogs wanted him to be quiet so he stopped talking, the frogs got quiet again. I have blogged before how the frogs let us know what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin then says, for Daniel’s benefit because he is so easy &lt;img alt=";-)" class="wp-smiley" src="http://healive.org/WordPress/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif" /&gt; “Spirits of the Night, show yourself!” He got the impression of 2 Elves, Lord of The Rings kind of Elves, not the short, faery tale ones, you know, the tall, REAL ones. &lt;img alt=";-)" class="wp-smiley" src="http://healive.org/WordPress/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif" /&gt; Martin then saw and heard them walking around the outside of the patio screen. Martin heard the twigs snapping &amp;amp; leaves rustle where they walked. Daniel heard the sounds of them walking too. He asked them what they were doing here. When Martin asked them this, he felt Andrew’s energy too. Andrew let Martin know that he came with them. The Elves replied, “We are here balancing the energy of your house and yard for you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we have more people in the house at the mo, the Elves decided to drop by and help us work the energy of our house. Martin does it all of the time anyway, but now with other people here and their energy as well, his Elven buds decided to step in and help. We all could use a little help from our friends! &lt;img alt=":-D" class="wp-smiley" src="http://healive.org/WordPress/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" /&gt;  Especially those on the Higher dimensions &amp;amp; the Elvin variety!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin thanked them, and he’d see them around…soon. Yea, when Martin told me that he saw 2 Elves out the back that came to see him, I got a little scared. Like, were they here to take him? Oh hell no! He goes, I go! I then asked w/a big grin “Are they here for me?” *please say yes!please say yes!* Yea, like an Elf is gonna come for a Wise One! hahahahahahaha Not happening! Oh well, so we are both here for the time being with a little help from our Elvin friends keeping it cool! &lt;img alt=":-D" class="wp-smiley" src="http://healive.org/WordPress/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT’S ALL GOOD! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-6056680953392037746?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/6056680953392037746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-magickal-help-from-our-friends.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/6056680953392037746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/6056680953392037746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-magickal-help-from-our-friends.html' title='A LITTLE MAGICKAL HELP FROM OUR FRIENDS!'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-5270327337310724733</id><published>2009-09-10T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:51:01.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERNATIONAL IT'S ALL GOOD DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="datawrap"&gt;Here is a blurb you can use to spread the word to your emails lists about Int'l IT'S ALL GOOD DAY! Word is spreading around the globe! Be a part of it! You'll be glad you did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 22, 2009 is the 2nd annual International IT’S ALL GOOD DAY in honor of Andrew Jordan and his 2nd anniversary of his journey Home. This is also in honor of his amazing positive attitude and love of life and the inspiration he has always been and continues to be from the Other Side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew was diagnosed July 11, 2007 with AML Leukemia at 16yo. During his nearly 4 months at All Children’s Hospital, he kept his positive attitude of “IT’S ALL GOOD!” Even when he would get a needle of chemo shot into his spine a few times a week and all the other evasive leukemia treatments he received, he kept his attitude &amp;amp; saying of IT’S ALL GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a 16yo young man could keep his positive attitude during a time like this, than so can we for at least one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew knew he was an Avatar (i.e. Bringer of Light, Master teacher) while he was here, and led his life as one teaching and inspiring those who were lucky enough to know him &amp;amp; call him friend. He continues to touch, teach and inspire people all over the world from the Other Side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on Oct 22, 2009, make it a day to consciously be positive no matter what. Smile at a stranger, hold the door open for someone, let someone in, in traffic. Every chance you get, say “IT’S ALL GOOD!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that you will be joined with many people around the world celebrating Andrew’s life and Int’l IT’S ALL GOOD DAY! Let’s get this planet’s vibration a rising! The life you change just may be your own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because people were asking, we do have t-shirts available on cafe press. Just go to &lt;a href="http://www.healive.org/" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.healive.org&lt;/a&gt; and click on the shopping button and you'll see cafe press. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ALL GOOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-5270327337310724733?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/5270327337310724733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/international-its-all-good-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/5270327337310724733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/5270327337310724733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/international-its-all-good-day.html' title='INTERNATIONAL IT&apos;S ALL GOOD DAY!'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-421864840662168330</id><published>2009-09-10T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:22:57.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL DAYS, SCHOOL DAYS....</title><content type='html'>good old golden rule days.....(seriously?? who wrote that song??)&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Martin had an interesting reading the other day. During the reading, Alister Crowley came through for his client. Alister is a famous Witch from the early 20th century for those that may not know. What was interesting about that is, Alister has been coming to Martin and Martin has been kinda ignoring him like “Really? What could you possibly want with me? Hellooo have an Avatar son here!" :-) Well there actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="entry"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Martin said during the reading that Alister said how he got way too caught up in his own ego, that's putting it mildly! His favorite deity? Himself! LOL He remembers the day he was stripped of all his powers. He said he is now helping those that aren’t coming from ego with working &amp;amp; studying magick on Earth. Hence the Elves in our yard. (you'll be hearing about them soon) Alister is a part of the reason. He is sharing info with different people giving them each a piece of the puzzle. As Martin has always believed &amp;amp; Alister came to realize, “absolute power corrupts absolutely.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The closer a spirit is to the time they were here on Earth, the more they remember about how it was here on this dimension, and they still remember the ego. So Martin decides to ask Andrew, “Well what about you and your ego Muck?” (Andrew's nickname, see previous post for explanation) since there was this conversation between Martin, Muck and Alsiter about ego. I was like “Seriously? Muck? Ego? Like he was ever ego based! He was so evolved here…duh!” Next thing Martin knew Whoooosh! then BAM! Martin was sitting at a small school desk in his wee Irish school clothes, a white shirt, gray shorts, white socks and sandals that he wore when he was a kid. He had his hands nicely folded on his wee desk. &lt;img src="http://healive.org/WordPress/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":-)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Martin looks up and there’s Andrew at the black board with a pointer stick. He just took Martin to school about ego! ROFLMAO! That’s my boy! AND this wasn’t even the first time Andrew has taken Martin to school! He did it here too! You’d think Martin would learn! Oh yea, he’s Elemental, they prefer the long, bumpy road to knowledge. &lt;img src="http://healive.org/WordPress/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":-D" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IT’S ALL GOOD! &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-421864840662168330?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/421864840662168330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/school-days-school-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/421864840662168330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/421864840662168330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/school-days-school-days.html' title='SCHOOL DAYS, SCHOOL DAYS....'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-2572997449926250490</id><published>2009-09-10T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:09:22.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PULL MY FINGER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;      &lt;p&gt;hehehehe &lt;img src="http://healive.org/WordPress/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":-D" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; read on.... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Actually Andrew has been pullin on my left ear lately. It’s his new way of giving me a hug. I guess he likes to shake it up now. Feeling him touching my crown &amp;amp; 3rd eye chakra is more for when he is doing energy work on me. Tugging my ear is more a “Hey! I’m here Pretty Mama!”  It’s a pretty cool feeling. He doesn’t tug on my ear lobe, but on the middle part of my ear. I will feel it when I am really missing him or thinking about him…so ALL of the time!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He will also pull my on pinky finger. See? I do have a pull my finger reference! It doesn’t happen too often, but it does happen occationally. Again, a cool feeling to feel this wee tug on my pinky. I think it’s Muck’s (Muck, Mucker; Andrew nickname, an Irish term of endearment for best mate) way of playing w/me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;While it doesn’t come close to replacing his hugs and kisses while he was here, it most certainly is better than nothing! It’s a nice reminder to not get too caught up in the 3rd dimension, that there is so much more than this! AND I’m looking forward to it!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;IT’S ALL GOOD! &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-2572997449926250490?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/2572997449926250490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/pull-my-finger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/2572997449926250490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/2572997449926250490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/pull-my-finger.html' title='PULL MY FINGER'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-4281226268179251350</id><published>2009-09-10T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T17:38:06.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AND IN WALKS GEORGE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;      &lt;p&gt;Martin was dong a reading the other night with a very intelligent, business woman who was calling about family/relationship issues. While Martin knew what the issue was, he had to let her come to her own conclusion.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Being a good intuitive life coach as well as a medium, Martin was leading the conversation so she could come to her own conclusion, Andrew was there as always having fun w/Martin helping him out BUT making him work for it. For instance, Andrew was writing very slowly on a black board. Martin was trying to read it, when Andrew almost got to the end, Martin realized he was writing DEADBEAT, in regards to the man in the relationship, which is typical for most relationship readings.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Because of the nature of the subject matter, Andrew told Martin “TMI Daddy I’m outta here” &amp;amp; he sent in another Guide who said his name was George, a friend of Andrew’s. Martin said he had long straggly hair, very wise looking face, very calming energy. He had knowledge about this situation that Andrew was not comfortable talking about. Martin was more focused on the info George had than who he was at the moment or why Andrew had him come in.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Once the information was given, Martin noticed something familiar about him &amp;amp; asked Andrew who he was when he came back. Andrew said “George Harrison Daddy.” Martin told Andrew "Well, he looked like Jesus." Andrew then said “Well Daddy...he is... My Sweet Lord!” and started giggling &amp;amp; headed off humming the guitar solo from the song! OMG! Too funny! Martin asked him what was his giddy mood all about. Andrew said it was a sign of things to come! Well, I’m ready Muck! I’m ready for some fun &amp;amp; exciting times already! Goodness knows I’ve earned it!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For those that may not have followed us the entire time, Andrew has strong ties to John Denver absolutely ADORED him here. Then he was introduced accidentally to John Lennon when he got in the hospital. Andrew's girl friend had sent him the John Denver gold record Annie's Song. It comes with a gold record and a picture of the artist. It even said John Dnever on the receipt. When we opened it, it was John Lennon &amp;amp; the "Imagine" gold record. He got to meet both of them after he crossed. Andrew LOVED the Beatles while here but was not familiar with their separate careers until he was at All Children’s Hospital. And now he’s friends with George Harrison too!? Very Cool! AND why am I still here??? Andrew’s having a helluva lot more fun than I am! Why does he get to have all the fun! Soooooo NOT FAIR! He better start sharing the wealth of fun soon or he’s gettin an even bigger smack when I get over there!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IT’S ALL GOOD! &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-4281226268179251350?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/4281226268179251350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-in-walks-george.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/4281226268179251350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/4281226268179251350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-in-walks-george.html' title='AND IN WALKS GEORGE!'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491790814288941320.post-280294583534062664</id><published>2009-09-10T16:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:05:56.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><content type='html'>First let me introduce myself. My name is Connie but Pretty Mama is what my son always calls me. You will see below why the 22 after it. I am an author of the book "So, These Two Guys Walked Into A Bar..." "My Life In The Paranormal. Once Comic's Perspective." Which leads me to my other career, I'm a metaphysical comedian, which means, my husband sees dead people and I make fun of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been an avid blogger for a few years now. I became a serious one when my 16yo son, Andrew, was diagnosed with leukemia on July 11, 2007.  We spent the next 4 months at All Children's Hospital. I blogged our journey with him so people around the world would know how he was doing. Martin, my husband and medium extraordinaire, and I worked for Doreen Virtue for a few years so we got to know a lot people from around the world. Myself being pretty active on her Angel Therapy Board, people not only wanted to know how Andrew was doing but also lend their love and support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does any of this have to do with my life with a medium? Because my beautiful son Andrew made his journey Home Oct 22, 2007, and since Martin is a medium extraordinaire, we have never lost contact with our son. Right from the moment he was standing next to his body, smiling that big smile of his and waving at my husband on the night of Oct 22, 2007. While we had to say good bye to the beautiful physical presence of our son, we said hello to a new relationship with our Avatar son, PureHeart, the name given to him when he crossed. Well, the actual name he was given was Glan Croi which is Gaelic for Pure Heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew knew he was an Avatar while he was here. An Avatar is a Master Teacher, Bringer of Light. Our friend Jeremy told Martin that Andrew was an Avatar over 3yrs ago. Andrew told me while in the PICU his first week at All Children's Hospital, that he knew he was an Avatar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this has been blogged on our website, healive.org, so if you want to read more about our journey early on, you can go there and click on "blog." On here I will be blogging our continued journey with Andrew and the craziness that goes on when you have a husband that spends a lot of time in the higher dimensions with non physical beings while living in God's Waiting Room aka Sarasota Fl. It does get hard for Martin to tell which people are old and which have crossed, they look so much alike apparently.  So yea, it can get freaky deeky if you aren't into the metaphysical but let your imagination open to the endless possibilities! It not only lends for an interesting life, but also lends for a lot of jokes for my metaphysical comedy act! Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ALL GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491790814288941320-280294583534062664?l=mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/feeds/280294583534062664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/280294583534062664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491790814288941320/posts/default/280294583534062664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithamedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/beginning.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>PrettyMama22</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322127328981734546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHDEdu7ZcqM/TLJBvtCtPDI/AAAAAAAAACM/iPFSHhqaFC4/S220/grandaughter3D1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
